In the dead of night, as I lay in bed, 
An eerie buzzing filled my head, 
A demon, aiming to shed  my blood and sanity with a hunger that led
I tried to swat it with a flailing arm 
But it evaded me with a cunning charm 
I heard its wings..a deafening alarm, 
As the beast feasted with swarm. 
I kicked and thrashed to no avail, 
As it sucked with its venomous tale 
I felt the bite, a sharp and vile assail, 
And dreaded the itch that would surely prevail.
The buzzing grew louder.. in my ears
The devil’s hunger wreaked with fear
I swore and cursed with angry tears 
As it continued with relentless jeers. 
And then.. with a sudden burst , 
I grabbed a book with a feeling of thirst
And smashed the it with a satisfying burst
Leaving the demon with its fate to be cursed. 
And so I learned of the foes of the night, 
The mosquitoes with their pestering plight 
But with bravery, I won the fight, 
And slept soundly until the morning light.                                                                       ©Karpop Riba