Eerie Night...Third Edit Poem by me poet yeps poet

In the middle of the night
I had such a fright
there was a noise
ever so slight

My hair stood on end
what was my plight?

Alone and stark naked
as I lay aright
Here it was
the middle of the night

All by myself
on the wild plateau
darkness clouded my sight

Like being in
the deserted
eerie lonely night

Then the door opened
and I shouted with might
The silence answered
and there was no fright

And a nightmare was buried
in a solemn middle of the night