(For Astarte)

There’s a sweet girl I know

With woefully foes

Her fears she does keep in a dream

Of this I can see

Of that it shall be

To see her sad eyes turn to gleam

The woes are her foes

With red hair and a nose

That we would all know as a clown

Her fears give no peace

As she sleeps there in Greece

For I would rather see her smiling than frown

Try as she might

She just couldn't fight

Her fears she did have in her bed

So then she did ask

Close friends for a task

To banish these fears she did dread

Along came a soul

Who made it his goal

To help her in her plight

To defeat these mean foes

Of which are her woes

And make her dreams come out alright

Bad dreams were now past

She knew this would last

Her friends she could count on forever

This rhyme is now done

So you needn't all run

As I've run out of words that are clever