8 Legs Watching

Under the floorboards and in the attic,
Demon insects with hidden agendas,
Creeping out at night whilst you gently rest,
The room is theirs whilst you’re asleep.

Spindly long legs with thin tickling hair,
Malevolently emerge from shadows and corners,
Gliding swiftly across the wooden floor,
Up the bed leg and up on to the covers,
Soft sleuthing footsteps, till he reaches your still arm,
That spider is closing in; he can feel your warm breath.

He pauses a moment and imagines the terror,
Of you waking to see him, the fear in your eyes
He towers besides you, mocking you dreaming he’s in control.
One more step on your neck and his breath on your face,
His strokes your chin with that slithery long leg,
The goosebumps rise up and you subconsciously know,
Something is there watching you stir, with a jolt you awake,
He runs for his life, back under the shadows and into the night.