Sir Teddy
Inching from the cradled arms,
Careful not to wake the boy,
The knight begins his watch
His sword and shield deployed.
The defender of dreams,
And protector of the mind.
He shall show no mercy
For nightmares he may find.
The battlefield in darkness,
He waits at the gates of Hell,
For any beast emerge,
Will hear the ringing knell.
But morning shows its face,
And the gates below are closed.
The boy arises safe
With his teddy bear to hold.
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