A Bedtime Poem
Careful child, for when you sleep,
Trolls and goblins like to creep,
Through the field and to your bed,
Such awful terror, such wretched dread.
Once outside an ogre waits,
To the mountain, that’s your fate,
They’ll walk you through the blackest nights,
To a goblin’s market, their paradise.
The wretched beasts will sell you there,
It’s awful grim but don’t despair,
The Kingdom cares a lot for you,
And one brave knight might rescue… you.
– A fable told to the children of the kingdom