Bogeyman

O, what beastly figure!
How corroded of a soul!
With a cincture of children's faces,
How demonic of a role!

How blasphemous!
Please save me!
What a crooked, calloused kind!
Check the confines of my cupboard.
Lock the windows.
Pull tight the blinds.

What grotesque, sin-filled cackle!
I can hear it from under me!
Pull my feet from near the edges,
And let it haunt me in my dreams.