When creepies crawl across my room,
And slitherings slink down to consume
Me tucked away beneath my covers,
Peering out at what might hover
Above my bed with claws exposed,
How, then, do I stay composed?
Because I know that little light,
My bright protecting, shining knight,
Shatters the dark as it softly glows
And scatters untamed fiends and foes,
Keeping dragons well at bay,
And chasing demon beasts away.


Deron Ash: I have been an informal educator for twelve years working at children’s museums, science centers and nature centers where I develop exhibits and programming for primary to middle school students. In the past few years, I’ve turned to writing poetry and children’s stories relying largely on the wonderful and humorous experiences I’ve had with children, including my own three boys.

This poem is among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition.

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