In the dark heart of night
As you lay yourself to sleep
Resist the urge to take a peek
Do not listen to the wild rumors
No matter those snarls that arise
No matter the blood curdling cries
Drifting to where you rest your head
Never get up to look under the bed
For that thing you most fear
May actually be dwelling there
And what will you do then my friend
But slay or be slain in the bitter end.