Little ElvesA Poem by Chase
Deepest in the late of night
I find myself at war with the nimble fingered little elves who crawl beneath the door. They sneak across the carpet floor and up the covered bed. Every crease a mountain path which leads them to my head. Over my lips and on my nose why they do it, nobody knows. They grab upon my lidded eyes and pull, pull, pull. Luckily my lashes slash like miniature swords, while their hands are rather full. Sometimes i win, and then all night my conciousness i keep. Other nights the elves prevail and off i go to sleep. © 2015 ChaseReviews
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