A little story of a demon or two

I was quite afraid of the dark when I was a child, petrified

I would hold my mother's hair, in hopes of her saving me lest I get snatched

By a demon that roams in the pitch black night

I was a silly silly little child, you see

Somedays when my wife slept, and if I woke up scared from dreams

I would hold her hair bun secretly too , hoping she would save me

Like we could together gang up and fight a demon or two

I was a silly silly husband once, you see

These days when I sleep, I often am disturbed mid sleep

I always find a demon or two scared, reaching out

I make some space in my bed, they cuddle up close and I sing them a lullaby

I guess these demons have been a little too scared

I guess the demons have now become me, or have I become one

I am always unsure of my turning or my turning of others

I am sure of one thing though, at this point in time of life

There is nothing and no one built to scare me