A Good Knight's Sleep

A Good Knight’s Sleep There’s a sweet girl I know, With woefully foes, Her fears she keeps in her dreams. Of this I can see, Of that it shall be, Too see her sad eyes turn gleam. The woes are her foes, With red hair and a nose, That we would all know as a clown. For her, there’s no peace, As she sleeps there in Greece, For I’d rather see her smile than frown. Try as she might, She just couldn’t fight, Her fears she kept in her bed. She then did ask, From close friends for a task, To banish these fears she did dread. Along came a soul, Who made it his goal, To help her in her plight. To defeat these mean foes, Of which were her woes, And have her dreams end all right.