In the silvery moonlight walks a child,
With golden hair and pleading eyes,
Musical laughter and enticing smile,
Awesome power within it thrives.
In the moonlit night they heed her call,
Terrors of the forest living alone,
Hiding in darkness and shadowy pall,
Darken hearts of the hardest stone.
No longer living and not yet dead,
With slashing claws and biting teeth,
The joys of life are turned to dread,
They wait amid moon-drenched trees.
With hands that heal the troubled soul,
Piercing eyes that ease anguished pain,
Seeing future events and death so cold,
Moonchild's voice soothes like rain.
"Nightmare" By J. Emery-2003
This is a work of fiction any similarities between this story and actual events, locations, or people are coincidental.