Poetry of sorts

The Man in the dark

                        A fear I had as a kid.
                
              A man standing in the dark.
          He watches, never talking to her.
    As she stares at him, there's no remark.
          They sit there, staring in the dark.

                            Describing him,
               she would say he was empty.
Complete black, slim man who's pupils were dim.
                All you heard was breathing,
                                 In and out.
Waiting for the little girl to wake up from dreaming.

                          Ominous he felt,
              staring at her from that corner.
   Coming closer each dream as if to warn her.

                  The breathing got louder,
           as his eyes became black holes.
          Staring at them more and more,
                  each dream in the dark.
Until she got older and her mind had a spark.
                      
                    He's a man in the dark?
                  But why here to embark?
                  Staring at me in the dark.

                She realized her imagination.
                  He was here for a duration.
                          Now he's not here.