Night

The little ones stay in their beds and say good night to their day. They snuggle into the sheets and hope to dream sweet dreams. The moon shone through the window and the pillows are fluffed just right. Sleep would take them very soon this night. A creak in the house, the wind through the chimes. Taking their turns with rhythm and rhymes. The child's smile fades as he drifts even deeper. Not thinking quite clearly of creaks creaking closer.

When the Night comes close don't open your eyes. When the Night comes close to sing sweet lullabies; to whisper the sleep into your ears. Don't whip open your eyes because then you will see. To fear the Night is to fear me