It lurks in the dark,
makes the night it's cloak,
and
walks in slimy silence.
Prey it must
but hunt I will,
for the bogeyman
must be laid to rest.
Sorry, hope you are not offended. Just started having ideas as I read your poem. That's to say that your piece inspired me. Thank you for this and steem on.
Not at all, rather I'm so much delighted to be a source of inspiration, even for you.
You're very welcome.