A Good Knight's Sleep
A poem I did for a friend(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 S...