The Dread

He creeps into your room at night
It doesn't mean to give you a fright
Doesn't even care to take your life
He just wants to have a bite

If you awake you'll see a sight
A pale, thin man of great height
A dark entity with great might
Who hides in the dark of night

He could be under your bed
In your closet or tool shed
You can pretend he's only in your head
Either way, it needs to be fed

He promises not to kill you quick
The first time he'll just take a lick
Then a bite a night is his schtick
The fear alone will make you sick

He hides in the shadows but light won't break the deal
No bullet, nor silver, nor fire will kill
You can beg him to stop but he does not feel
You're not his victim, only his meal

You can pray to your god but your god will not show
He is the only deity you need to know
With every swallow his power doth grow
Before you're gone your mind will go

Now that this poem is in your head
You will come to know the one they call The Dread
Remember my words as they have been said
You my friend, are as good as dead