During childhood, the bedtime stories were fun,
With no bitter twist or turn.
Stories of magical worlds, in a land without fear,
Each word sounded like a melody, sweet to the ear.
Over the clouds and the glow of the moon,
Tales of magical adventures that ended all too soon.
One last story to end the night,
With fairy-tale endings and sleep full of light.
But in as you grow older, the stories change form,
The magical adventures meet the darkness of the storm.
Twist and turn in the events of fate.
The blisters of reality have reached your gate.
The stories of monsters came to be true,
One that lives and breathes with you.
YOU ARE READING
Dont mind the Lyrics
PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
