Lights Out1 min 863 1 min 863
(Reader Beware: You’re in for a scare)
When all the lights are out,
Don’t you wanna shout,
“The monster’s under my bed!”
But they’ll just say, “It’s in your head.”
You were right to fear the dark,
And I know it leaves a nasty mark.
Did you wonder about the devil inside?
The whispering voices that chide?
So is the story of a young girl,
Named Diana, her story will unfurl.
She was a rather peculiar child,
Never too mild, her imagination wild.
She always wanted to hide,
Afraid the shadows pried.
One day, on her bed, Diana was found dead,
Widened eyes full of dread.
A message written in blood was found,
With ashes scattered all around,
Speckles of blood covered the ground.
Here’s what the message said:
“You ran, all alone and afraid,
Now you know the ghost is dismayed.
There’s a demon in each,
Sticking to them like a leech.
Fear resides in us all,
Provoking, like a deafening call.
But you were special my dear,
I will free you of the pain you bear.
Hush my child,
Monsters are not in your head,
They do hide under your bed.”
Today too, listen once the lights are out,
You can still hear her echoing laughter,
Free of fear she is, no doubt…
Don’t you worry,
THE LIGHTS ARE OUT…