Faye Sizemore


There is no moon
All is pitch black
In my room

Terror comes
Upon the scene
With a silent scream

Fear now stands tall
And pushes again
My back to the wall

Leers in my face
Trying to leave me
Shaking in this place

Courage deep
In my soul
Begins to take hold

I will not take anymore
No more fear
Enough, out the door

As terror departs
I hear the own
Beat of my heart

Courage in things
Always brings

For in the night
Among other things
I can hear the flutter
Of angel wings