Day Mares
The brave little knight was on the move.
His shining armor sparkled as he moved.
He crept along from bush to tree.
Moving closer so he could see.
From his perch upon a knoll
he could see the home of the troll.
The troll that stole his love away.
Revenge would be his today.
He would wait till dark to make his move.
His anger itching to be soothed.
The nasty troll was his best friend.
He thought he would be till the end.
Till the day he stole his love.
He vowed by all the Gods above.
He would get them for what they did.
After darkness, down the hill he slid.
As he approached he laughed within.
He would catch them in their den.
As he got ready to break in the door.
“Dinner is ready” called his mother.
He was in bed under the covers.
He had been dreaming again.
Will this nightmare ever end?—————–R.W. Johnson—– (2011)