The Erlking - A Children's Bedtime Poem

The Erlking rides tonight, 

His steed's hooves silent as the night. 

He calls to the children, 

Luring them to their doom.

"Come with me, my child," 

He whispers in their ear. 

"Come with me to the land of faerie, 

Where you will never grow old."

The children are drawn to his voice, 

Like moths to a flame. 

They follow him into the woods, Never to be seen again.

The father rides after them, 

But it is too late. 

The Erlking has claimed his prize, And the children are lost forever.

Sweet dreams children!

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