Bedtime Story For The Babes Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

Bedtime Story For The Babes

Rating: 5.0


Why has Daddy been so naughty?
Telling us those scary tales,
Full of witches, wolves and warlocks,
Moaning sighs and eerie wails.

Then he says its time for bedtime,
Time that we went up the stairs.
Snuggled up in cosy blankets,
Don't forget to say your prayers.

I lie in my little bedroom,
Hearing every tiny sound.
Are there werewolves in my wardrobe?
Awful creatures all around?

I see through my bedroom window
Shadows from a hunter's moon.
I clutch tightly to my pillow,
Vampire bats are coming soon.

Rustle, rustle in the treetops,
Fluttering on my windowsill.
Small red eyes that peer intently
At me, lying quiet and still.

Pointed noses, bristled whiskers;
Canine teeth, so sharp and white.
Crimson tongues with feral flicker,
Mouths just longing for a bite.

Now a voice is crooning softly.
'Come to me my little lass'.
While I cringe in mortal terror,
Claws are scratching at the glass.

Lying here, alone and frightened,
So afraid that I can't scream.
I can't wait until the morning,
When I wake up from this dream.

Daddy dear, I'm only little.
Your tales fill my soul with dread.
Daddy dear, there are some stories
That are better left unsaid.

Thursday, March 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I'm just getting into vampire mode right now. Trouble is, the teeth don't fit.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 27 March 2014

Why are children's stories often so scary - no wonder they have bad dreams. Very good Thomas with your usual excellent rhyming.

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