Nightmares

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Mother turns off the light

You pull the covers up

To your chest

Eyelids flutter

Dark eyelashes close

Over the sea of blue

Gracefully over the ruddy face.

'Sweet dreams' she said

But the little creatures heard not

They crept in through the open window

And climbed up on your bed.

They heard you snoring softly

Their cloaks of grey invisible

In the moonlight

They crept up to your forehead

Invaded your dreams

Your world turns black

And you wake screaming

When the sun appears

Over the hills.

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