Literature
Bedtime poem....
Falling like an evening star,
Reaching children near and far,
Shining like the morning sun,
It visits as the Day is done.
When you lay thee down to sleep,
into your head it begins to creep.
Faeries, Bears, or Horses two,
Knight of old or Legends new,
What Child's mind can create
with Magick's eye it deems to make.
For when your head hits the pillow to sleep,
The Sandman sinks you into sleep so deep.
In this sleep, dreams rampant run,
Whether heroic, odd, or rather fun.
So quick to bed, my little ones,
For I hear that the dream-maker quickly comes.
Goodnight my loves, stay bundled warm,
I'll see in this evening's morn.