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”