|Image by Justin Gurbisz|
When monsters fill the door and darken us,
A hero must then come to save our minds
In armor, with a sword, now him discuss:
A brave and fearless man the child finds.
Well lit sword to strike a darkened foe,
An iron shield to block each charring swipe,
A steed so noble, giving charging blow
But armor weapons horses fail. Dark stripe.
A lone and dying knight that blocks the beast
From children's beds. Then comes a shining light.
She throws a bolt to kill. The lady priest
Defeats the thing. Her dogs then chase the fright.
Now children sleep as sweetened dreams do dance
Through peaceful heads in this so quiet manse.