Monsters Poem by Millie Fraser

Tonight I ask the monsters of my dreams to call a truce,
And instead come with angelic smiles
And I will collapse with wonderfully heavy bones as they drag me from this ragged reality,
And revel in the exquisite pain of falling into sleep.
I can not fight tonight.
My sword lays cold and hard in my hands
And I do not even flinch when it crashes to the ground,
I merely watch it's silent decent as if it were falling through water.
My armour is not polished,
But tonight I ask the monsters of my dreams to not see this as weakness,
But instead take pity,
And tonight, use their strength to carry me.
Carry me away,
Far, far away,
To someplace where I can let sleep close over my head,
Like warm water on weary skin.
And I will rise the next day,
With my sword by my side,
Ready to fight once again.