The Monster

Sleep now, my little child,

Close your eyes before the clock struck twelve.

Or else a monster everyone fears,

Will lurk by your eyes before your demise.

It invades the children’s rooms,

To hear the sound of obedience and peace.

The naughty would be gone with their screams,

And end up in the shade of eternal despair.

You should sleep, my teenager.

The curfew’s for your good, my dear.

Remember it bringing torture?

That alone makes all twitch forever.

The horror works in everyone’s hearts,

To remind them of sleeping in time.

You would not want to know if it’s true,

As when you know it’s too late for you.

It’s time to sleep, he says to himself.

The story of it have I remembered.

The monster’s presence’s never mentioned,

But the fear I still feel in every night.

I used to rebel, to sought every answer.

But the answer of this I’d rather never know.

Sounds absurd for this childhood tale,

But fragment of possibilities still stay in me.