The dark blanket covers
The tiny village scene.
The trees whisper
Bedtime stories
For all the little
Kings and Queens.
Fireflies flitter
Like portable lamps
In a dark cave
The sweet song
Of Mother Moon
Lulls
Even the most active child to sleep.
The sweet dreams
Bring sweet smiles to the lips
That stars cast
Light rays daintily on.
But the nightmares thrive
On restless sleep
And troubled souls awake.
The dark creeps
Shadows and silhouettes
Bother the restless soul and
Tear their way
Into your sweetest dreams.
Monsters are awake at night
But those with good thoughts
See them not.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
