The Creature

A shadow in the night

creeping from far to near.

My weary eyes lie to my brain,

igniting with fear.

The thrumming spikes,

a hammer in my chest.

The creature looms closer,

keeping me from rest.

Shadowy hair, stiff as hay,

with lanky arms dragging low.

The creature is without a face,

and I am left with nowhere to go.

It comes close but does not walk,

phasing forward as it floats,

before disappearing inches away,

as if it were only a ghost.