Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Out the light

May Goblin boots tramp on your head
Or pixies scratch your eyes instead,
And as you're turning out the light
May fear cause you a sleepless night.

May all your nightmares come again
Creeping through your sleeping brain,
And the things you fear the most of all
Come walking through your bedroom wall.

In comes darkness, in comes night,
Orcs and daemons start to fight,
All is wrong and nothing's right,
As trembling hands turn out the light.

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