In the darkness of the night,
When the world is still and quiet,
A child awakens, filled with fright,
As she steps into Little Nightmares' world of silence.
With every step, she must be brave,
For danger lurks around every corner,
And the creatures of this world crave
To capture her and make her their mourner.
But she's quick and nimble,
And with every obstacle she'll scramble,
Dodging traps and escaping peril,
As she navigates this strange, dark realm.
The monsters are grotesque,
With eyes that seem to penetrate,
But our heroine is not impressed,
She'll face them all and seal their fate.
As she moves towards the light,
And freedom beckons to her sight,
She knows she's conquered her fear,
And Little Nightmares will always hold her dear.
About the Creator
St. Tiffy
In the shadows of the midnight moon,
A poet's heart began to bloom.
With words that danced upon the page,
She painted tales of joy and rage.
Comments (1)
This is such a sweet poem, makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Sleep tight little one.