The Nocturnal Boy

A spooky poem, inspired by the dark places in my house!

I dreamt of a nocturnal boy

Who would always forget his toys

On the opposite end

Of the house where he'd spend

All his time, making no noise

He possessed a lethargic spirit

And the dark, he'd always be near it

Never turning on a light

To stave away the fright

Why would he? He simply didn't fear it

His eyes had long since adjusted

So his knee wouldn't end up busted

Though he wouldn't get hurt

Or slip and tear his shirt

He would soon learn the dark can't be trusted

One night, he began his routine

Upon waking, drank some caffeine

He was still unaware

Of the beady white pair

Of eyes that stared at him, unseen

The boy crept through the house

He stops for a moment, then pouts

He was sure he had heard

A noise, quite certainly

Behind him, he had no doubts

He quickly gathered up his things

And started away with a spring

He felt a large hand

That he could barely withstand

Rest on his shoulder, he screamed

The tall figure that stood behind him

Was a mass dark enough to blind him

With twisted, gnarled skin

And eyes more akin

To headlights, bright white pins

This thing was darkness manifest

The boy's fear coalesced

But then he would find

He heard in his mind

A voice, saying "do not be pressed"

"I have simply been misunderstood

I reside in this neighborhood

Waiting for one

To not be stunned

By my appearance, for perhaps I am good"

The boy snapped out of his trance

His mind began to advance

He hugged the big creature

Thought to be a teacher, saying

"I'll give the dark another chance"

They never did see him again

He disappeared with his new friend

Becoming one with the shadow

Forever haunting the chateau

Of the beginning of the end