This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UIC chapter.
As night befallen,
And with nowhere to sleep,
The moons rise to shatter,
Into pieces to reap.
The earth gathers the pieces
And scatters them throughout,
As the darkness catches them
And covers them in doubt
The darkness storms in,
The windows bust open with fear.
The children shiver in bed
And now the monsters look clear.
The monsters roar with rage.
Their hands reach for the children.
They grasp and feel around
But the bed is not filled in.
 The child runs down the hall,
And the wind cackles behind.
The mother wakes up and checks
But the child is nowhere to find.
The monsters have got him now.
The darkness hides come the morn,
The earth turns once again,
The moon now returns back home.