Ominous Onomatopoeia

Can’t you hear it— scratch, scratch, scratch,
trying to undo the latch,
leading here, inside my room,
black as pitch, draped deep in gloom?
 
Don’t you see it, there, just there—
creeping close, beneath the stairs?
Hungry eyes, foul fiendish face.
What’s that bitter, bile taste?
 
Help me, God, to  breathe, breathe, breathe!
Grant my sorrowed soul reprieve.
Please prevent what’s yet undone.
Spare me from the setting sun.
 
Ripping, tearing, it’s inside.
In vain now, I try to hide.
Clutching, clawing — stitch by stitch.
I must say adieu ...the Witch ~