29 April 2014

That awkward moment when a monster is sleeping in your bed....

Laying in a bed after sneaking through the window at the side,
The people of the house kept warm below deep inside,
After being reborn from the cocoon left near the spheres,
Waking when the people move and lift his head when he hears,
The footsteps pound over the wooden second floor,
Coming closer to him followed by little but more,
“Oh no.” Necrowma takes the cover putting it over him self,
As the family with all the comforts kept warm for their health,
The door to the room opens, and the little girl walks within,
Playing with her wooden toys, as the father stands with a grin,
Necrowma sees over the top of the blanket barely covered complete,
As the father looks strange at the bed, noticing long nail pointy feet,
A paleness of skin flows over his face and shivers down his spine,
As the girl plays her toys, hearing the father begin to whine,
“What is wrong father?” she asks as she shakes seeing a wing,
With Necrowma not really hidden well, almost seeing everything,
Sitting up in the bed, Necrowma looks at the little girl and her dad,
“Hi.” He gives a little wave, as they step back thinking he is bad,
Screaming and running down the halls, as Necrowma jumps in fright,
He opens the window wide, jumping out to glide in flight,
Landing on the ground outside, now all wet from melting snow,
He runs away from the house, not knowing which way to go.