Eerie Night Poem by me poet yeps poet

In the middle of the night
there was some noise
though very slight
my hair stood at end with fright
what is it
that was my plight

All alone stark naked
as I lay alright
it was in the middle
of last night

I was all by myself
on the wild plateau
starkness clouded the sight

'twas like being in the deserted
eerie lonely night

then the door opened
I shouted with my entire might
but silence broke through
as there was no fright
and my dream was buried
in that deep solemn midnight