Child's Midnight Imagination

Is it in the closet?

Or underneath my bed?

Something lies in wait for me

Or so it has been said.

Though these tales are told,

By all who claim they saw,

The Creature who was death itself

They're filled with many a'flaw.

I find not a reason,

For me to run in fright.

For I have found the comfort

Not found in a night-light.

So, though the lights turned off,

I find no need to scare.

Now I have a croix de guerre

Thanks to my teddybear.