As you lie me down to sleep,
I rest my weary head.
The demons have come to rest,
beside me in my bed.
Tidal waves of slumber approach,
I close my eyes to sleep.
And as I slip into a slumber,
there, the monsters creep.
Here I go, I must escape from those
who lurk and haunt
For they have come to take me–
It is I for whom they want!
I jump, I leap, I spin and soar,
I run with all my might.
They rub their hands with anticipation,
It is but a young night.
I stop and turn, confront them there.
My soul they cannot take.
They cannot break me, no they can’t,
I do not waver. I do not shake.
I banish the demons with a wave of my hand.
I make them go away!
They are gone, never to return.
Tonight, I keep the demons at bay.
Happy National Poetry Month!
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