The Child ThiefI had a little dreamMore Like This
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 boy has brought the stars back"
The boy smiled, for he had made the sky no longer black
With a spark in his eye he spoke to them all
"I know of a place..." he had them all enthralled
Through the Mist he led them to Avalon
Told them tales, and sang his Peterbird song
Following the trail, he led them through
But when they reached the end, the children couldn't belie
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.More Like This
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 colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me