[ WP ] the monster in the closet finally lures the child into the darkness , only to realize something is very very wrong

Little jack was sitting on top his bed. 
 
 Waiting for wake to sleep from his head. 
 
 Out from the wall, a dark figure stood. 
 
 Feet of a feather, red eyes in his hood. 
 
 `` I've come for you jack, do n't counter or flight'' 
 
 `` Oh thank you kind sir! Do n't worry for fight!'' 
 
 The shadow stood silent, forlorn. 
 
 The child stood happy, not crying or morn. 
 
 `` Tell me child, what makes you reside in your fate.'' 
 
 `` You have come in time, but still are you late.'' 
 
 The phantom, knowing and learned. 
 
 Still questioned, `` What horror awaited your willing unturned? 
 
 `` The horror of horror, the crack of iron.'' 
 
 The child showed tell, of light of fire. 
 
 `` Young and torn, not life for the lain.'' 
 
 `` No please, not for life or pain, 
 
 Please end my cry, leave nothing but why!'' 
 
 `` No child, You must stay, but if you spirit, so will I.'' 
 

