Pillow Talk

Hear this story my dear friend

Listen closely to the end

So that you will not fall

Under the demon's thrall.

For there is a shadow that awaits

To steal away all of our fates.

This is the story of Poor Little

Presented to me at night in a dream.

I share this to you in hopes that a broken friendship you may redeem.

This is the story of Poor Little.

There once were two ships 

    who sailed the seas together

And lil' ship did think

    that they would be forever.

The waters were still
    and not a shadow in sight.

Poor Little ship failed

    to recognize and take flight.

For there was a shadow

    hidden in the other ship.

The shadow would cause

    Poor Little's sail to rip.

Both shadow and ship

    cause Poor Little to sink.

Shadow takes over

    other ship does not blink.

The ship lets shadow

    take her from little one.

Poor, broke Little ship

    wishes she had trusted none.

The sea then rises

    the waves soon over power

And her old dear friend

    is not there for her last hour.

Waves from the shadow

    and waves from the runaway

Help the storm to kill

    The poor little castaway.

After my dreams were haunted

By this sad sonnet

I wondered if that was really Poor Little's end.

So tell me my dear friend

Does Poor Little get back up again?

Does she mend her sail

And begin a new tale?

(Illustrated by moi)