Ward

Long, long ago
In a land of the sun,
I go out and wander
Until daylight was done.

My fortress at night
A solid door and lock;
And if it should fail
The closet could block.

Most of us fear
The dark, shadow spaces.
Where under the bed
Leads only to evil places.

In my story here,
It's a safe, warm beacon.
Hiding is a luxury
Until the devils weaken.

Now, I've traveled far,
And the closets are few.
Safety is a shadow.
Demons lurk in the pew.