A child's mind must always play,
so bedtime monsters I boldly slay.
A kingdom forrest, we light up a lamp,
Our backyard woods, we set up camp.
Old and wise, to her I seem,
who am I, to deny her this dream.
Play on young lass, we reach castle gates,
a hollowed out log, your chariot waits.
Innocent soul, so young and so free,
I'm at your service, I follow thee.
Transparent dragons, they fill up the sky,
My plastic sword swift, for her I would die.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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