writing A nightmare that was broken

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Hiding underneath the bed,

the beast is waiting.

 

It waits for me to sleep,

waits for the change to strike.

 

I can feel hear it breathing,

I can feel it's presence.

 

It snarls,

it now knows I am awake.

 

It will rise above the ground,

it will show it's ugly face.

 

It's ready to feast,

ready to prey on the weak minded.

 

Suddenly,

a flash of light appears.

 

The monster howls,

it writhes in pain.

 

Within moments,

the beast is dead.

 

I lay in wonder from what has occurred,

if I should be grateful or in fear.

 

As if my mind was read,

I got my answer.

 

An angel is watching over me,

and she will not let me fall.

 

She smiles at me,

and I smile back.

 

For I know the angel needs help as well,

and I will gladly give it.

 

For she is the angel who broke the nightmare,

she is the angel I have met.

 

My life shall never be the same,

and I am glad for this fact.

 

For I would like to stay by her side forever,

until the sky falls down on me.