It

The second that the lights go out,

It takes It's chance to speak,

It waits for dusk to blacken,

Then to my side It creeps.

It's waiting, It is watching,

I feel a presence there,

Though powerless to hurt me,

I can sense It's icy glare. 

The night's It's greatest Allie,

It needs It to survive,

When daylight to turns to darkness, 

It begins to come alive.

Its late my eyes feel heavy,

I need to switch the light,

I know the It will watch me,

As It has done every night.

Before you go to sleep tonight,

This tale you will forget,

Make sure you keep your eyes shut tight,

Don't look for silhouettes.