The stars sleep
wrapped in their black silky blankets
Unaware of the wishes
made upon them

Tucked in by the sun
and the moonlight their beacon of protection
like the door left cracked open
and the search beneath the bed

They dream unaware
of the horrors happening
just below their delirious forms

Naive stars don't see
the midnight terrors
that happen
beneath their sniffling noses

Protected by their firm imaginations
that everything's alright
Assured that there's nothing to fear
in the night.