The words still echo in her thoughts as though she were a child
his voice is ever present in her mind,
she see his face before her but his eyes are dark and wild
no comfort in the image could she find.
Her father was the man she loved, she knew he was the boss
and she believed the things he said were true,
if she ever disobeyed him then she knew that he’d be cross
and when he snapped his rage and anger flew.
He’d lock her in the cellar for an hour or maybe more
this wasn’t cruel, he thought it for the best,
his temper was ferocious, he sometimes hit and swore
she was safe until his anger came to rest.
Her greatest fears were things he said, his words would terrorize,
“things lurk within the shadows”, he would say,
“be sure to keep the light on, don’t look them in the eyes
it’s only in the darkness that they play”
Although she’s grown, a woman now and he has long since past
she’s never lost the fear the shadows hold,
irrational though the feeling she knew it wouldn’t last
and the blood within her veins ran icy cold.
The bulb had blown a week ago, her torch the only light
the cellar was a cold and fright’ning place,
in the shadows it was waiting giving her an awful fright
at the bottom of the steps she saw a face.
The eyes were black and beady as they caught the torch’s beam
it scuttled past her feet without a sound,
she turned and quickly climbed the stairs, she tried but couldn’t scream,
she slammed the door and never did look round.
She’s still afraid of shadows and the things that hide within
though protected by her man from all life’s harms,
he says, “oh don’t be silly”, with his happy, crooked grin
while he holds her tightly wrapped within his arms.
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