My Grandpa's Tales

The moon peeps through my window As it walks slowly across the dark sky The night is dark and silent and eerie The wind whispers softly as it passes by Grandpa tells many a story to the Children lying in the bed half asleep Stories of prince and princes, demons And monsters, of witches that weep And I fell asleep on grandpa's lap Fighting a war with a barbarous king I killed him with an arrow gifted by God and hanged his body with a string When it is time to wake I look at Grandpa's bed and he is not there He has gone to fields to till the soil Leaving the kingdom under my care