The Ninth Day of August in the Year of our Lord 2010
21:16
Every night when I go to bed,to rest my weary head,
on the pillows in my bed.
I hope of dreams of wonder and of adventures that was.
But instead it´s the nightmare that finds me- it always does.

´Cause when I get in my bed to get some sleep,
The Beast gets out of his to the night greet.
Immediately it starts spreading it´s terror,
it never misses a beat.

In the darkness it stretches and yawns,and then-
light footsteps on the floor.
Drawing closer to the bed,
visions of what it´s gonna do to me pop up in my head.
Visions of razor teeth and sharpen´d claw.
These are the images of terror it likes to sow.
It keeps haunting me,
O why,why can´t it let me be!

Then silence enters the room
and I can feel the imminent doom.
The footsteps have stopped.
It has reached the bed.
Soon it will be in it,
and I can feel I to fear have submit.

"If you don´t get up and feed me"
It vows "Im gonna start nibbling on your toes"

Must we go thru this every night!
Why does it persist in putting me in such a fright.
Staring into it´s eyes where the fires of madness burn hot and deep,
I find myself starting to weep.

"Relax" It purrs in my ear.
"For it is not me that you should fear."
I cry,O what other horrors could be hiding in the night.
That could be worse than this fourlegged furry fright!

It jumps of my legs and lays itself to rest,not on the pillow,
but on my head,
And I find myself thinking, My God it wants me dead!

Then it starts purring me the Tale of Salamander Jones.
Salamander Jones and his lovely bones.

The Twentieth Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2010
05:30


I woke to the screeching,O that terrible sound.
That chilled my bones and made my blood run cold.

To stay in the comforting fold of my bed?
I wished that images of happiness would once again come back into my head.

But the Beast would not relent,on and on it went.
Such howling,such fury can not be from heaven sent!

To get up to see the reason for the sound?
That unearthly song that had made my blood run cold
and the covers over my head hold.
I trembled with fear as I thought of the reason of that song
and on the Beast to who it would belong.

Yellow eyes and a tail to go along,it was sitting on the floor
humming drumming it´s terrible song-
beckoning me to sing along.

"No such Horror I can not abide"
I thought as I turned on my side.
If the Beast goes wanting it may stop it´s haunting.
It will slip into the shadow from once it came
never to bother me again.

Lo and behold! The Beast did just that.It scurried away from
where it just sat.Taking with it it´s yellow bright eyes tail
and horrible song........

.........as morning crept along