Dark Winter Night

I lay to sleep on a cool winters night and I bring the covers close with all my might. The comfort I feel with the blankets so tight is throwed off by one thing that's in my sight.

Even in the darkness of my room I noticed one thing loom

My door opened slightly... And as I continue to stare it seems to be open slightly more. It's bothering me to my core, how the door seems to be open slightly and slightly more.

Though this comfort I adore, it comes in my mind.... To get up and close the door.

Though my rooms dark, I see darkness seeping in, I try to ignore again and again, the more I try the more darkness seeps in

Now I'm in my head, scared to move from my bed, so the path to close my door is one I won't tread

I'm scared of what's in the darkness.... A hand that may grasp me.

So I stay under my blankets where I'm sure nothing can catch me

So my door shall stay ajar, though it's not far, For I'm scared.... Scared of darkness's avatar.

The avatar I do not know, but the whispers I hear sure, or maybe it's the sound of the snow outside hitting the floor.

Why did it have to be a winter night, when I'm wrapped so tight, does the darkness have to show all it's might.

The snow illuminates the ground, but my blinds are down, so none of it's light reaches my door.

I'm scared of darkness's allure and if the light reached a bit more, so that I'd be sure.... Sure that nothing is waiting at the crack of my door.