Goodnight Dear Friends

Cuddled, and warm, Secure in your room, Hopefully cleared of the days dark gloom, And luckiest of all, those with a loving arm to surround your chest, Maybe legs entwined, with thoughts of midnight emotion... So peaceful to sleep,, As a motel room on the ocean, How majestic, how mysterious, Is that great ocean.... Where did it come from? Why do I feel it deserves Such devotion? I ponder no further, or my brain would surely fry... The sea is an enigma, Just like our blue sky... How were we blessed, with such a beautiful planet? And for us fortunate ones, A supportive, loving family. seemingly out of touch with the horrid world of hurt. We must help the afflicted We must come to there defence We must right the wrongs, Fight the fight, So many of us lacked, We must slay the dragon of abuse. I will lead the troops, Should His Majesty, King John Heck, Decreee it to be so!!! Soung the trumpet! Beat the drums! Bring us shining armour, Sturdy Steeds, Sharpened weapons, A final round of ale, to toast to our success, Then off we go, to correct the evil done, And set some lives right.