Under
The Duvet
By
Danielle Bowen
The
shadows they lengthen as day draws to night,
Your
eyes they deceive you as things are not there,
The
monsters they taunt you to enter their lair.
The
darkness descends and cloaks any small clue,
Silences
sounds and doggedly taunts you.
Just
as it seems that your torment won’t end,
Your
rescuer meets you and things will now mend.
Light
works magic, unveils and unmasks,
But
war is not won as night weaves new tasks.
Ready
for you at the end of the day,
It
is only the morn that can take it away.