Oh, the piercing silence;
hollow silence in the dead of the night.
Only the thudding of his footsteps could be heard,
so soft yet so loud.
Him who we all fear;
The children and even the dogs cry.
We hide as he glides,
gliding with pride,
while we, young ones,
hide.
Dancing In Between Dreams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childish-fears/
