Down comes the creepy hour

"Down Comes The Creepy Hour"

Before the dawn,
sometimes in night,
I can hear, feel, avoid
whispering sounds,
feathers of kite.

Swish swash, Swish swash,
Scuffles towards me.
Strongly hugging the pillow,
Just trying to stop imagine-
the view outside.

Irritable is what, I know,
holding on, induring though-
heavy burden on my chest,
Like a deathly creature set above
caught my body very tight

When body has gone in Coma state
when  paralisation  zone is On
After returning from scary nightmares
Down comes the creepy hour.