Child and nightmares

Hush my child, do not await faceless dark

with dread. Therein hides nothing more

than broken dreams we often have to shed.

Such wraiths escaped seek to visit only

mischief on you, trying to return and with

riotous resolve let unbridled fear ensue.

But they are without substance or form,

nothing, yours to control from blankets

warm. So as they from behind the curtains

peep, let these words in scolding tone

ring out, “be gone ! It’s time to sleep”

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