During childhood, the bedtime stories were fun,
With no bitter twist or turn.
Stories of magical worlds, in a land without fear,
Each word sounded like a melody, sweet to the ear.
Over the clouds and the glow of the moon,
Tales of magical adventures that ended all too soon.
One last story to end the night,
With fairy-tale endings and sleep full of light.
But in as you grow older, the stories change form,
The magical adventures meets the darkness of the storm.
Twist and turn in the events of fate.
The blisters of reality has reached your gate.
The stories of monsters came to be true,
One that lives and breathes with you.