I had a little dream
Where all people did was cry and scream
Scream so loud they broke the sky
And then they watched the stars all fall and die
All the children curled up and cried
The night the stars all fell and died
No longer could a wish be made
No matter how much they kneeled and prayed
Then a young boy with eyes so gold
Did an action so clever and bold
He sang a song so sweet and forlorn
That the sky weeped and the stars were reborn
With arms wide open he welcomed them in
But none could compete with his silly grin
He awoke the children with the crow of a cock
And they all stared at him with eyes of shock
One spoke "This
I have a monster living underneath my bed.
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed co