From the Vault: Bedroom Shadows

Chittering noises
From the closet depths
And under beds
Disguised as wind
Or settling wood

The monsters wait
Kept at bay
By blankets
And a tiny light
Jutting from the wall

Spindly legs
Tap the shadow fringe
Searching for a flaw
While hidden eyes
Lock onto sleeping prey

Tempting whispers
Made from desperation
A feeble attempt
To coax the child
From her linen shield

The child stays safe
While the monsters fail
Going hungry once again
Forced to slumber
By the blazing sun

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.
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5 Responses to From the Vault: Bedroom Shadows

  1. Kirsten says:

    That’s exactly how I pictured what lurked in the shadows as a child!! Great word pictures :-)

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