Please Noble Warrior, lay down your sword,
and take off your armor,
make peace with your Lord,
for you have shown you have great honor.
Please Noble Warrior, lay down your shield,
and take off your gloves
leave behind the battlefield,
for the ones you doth love.
Please Noble Warrior, lay down your guard,
and take off your boots,
forget those with whom you sparred
for this here bowl of fruits.
Please Noble Warrior, lay down your head,
and take yourself off to bed.
you have another school day ahead,
for there's still a bedtime book to be read.
Please Noble Warrior, shut your eyes,
and count your jumping sheep,
the stars and moon await in the skies,
for their Noble Warrior to fall asleep.
(C) 2015 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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