Once upon a midnight run,
a story began to unfold.
I saw a leprechaun waddling
by with a pot of gold.
He ran with gusto as a herd
of deer leaped after him.
And The White Gazelle
oddly leaped after them...
Just beyond the bridge rested
Kylar the Terror.
She watched the strange scene
while her cupbearer
sneaked swigs of her drink.
His name was Rai, and he was tall.
But when Kylar the Terror
struck him with her staff,
he was suddenly small.
Magic in the hands of a Terror
is an error.
As I continued my run in the dark,
I heard a long, low howl.
And I knew my beloved Kat would
soon start to growl.
She crouched atop my shoulder
ever since she called Kylar "older."
But she whispers advice
from time to time,
and never lets me sleep.
So I run at night now instead
of counting sheep.
Upon my 21st mile, Shayna appeared
in the sky.
She's not a bird, but a constellation
of stars, FYI.
She waved to me as I waved to her,
and the sun began to rise.
That's when I awake with a start,
staring into a pair of eyes.
Delilah is hungry, and so am I.
We head to the kitchen to share
a pot pie.
