"Bruce Holland Rogers - The Goblin King" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rogers Bruce Holland)

was hard to see where the forest ended and the Goblin King began.
One night, the electricity went out in our neighborhood just before my bedtime. I was already in my
pajamas, and my father carried me into my bedroom. There was no light for a story, but my father recited
from memory:
***


The Moon is an eye for the Goblin King
And watches all you do.
When you pout or cry or shout or whine,
The spiders tell on you.
***


The moon had risen outside my window. In the dim light, all I could see were the whites of my father's
eyes and the flashing of his teeth.
Mother pulled the covers back,
Here is all she found:
As he recited, my father grinned a wider and wider grin. His teeth took on a light of their own, and his
eyes grew huge. The rest of his body faded away until I couldn't tell where the darkness ended and my
father began.
He finished reciting, then tousled my hair and said what he always said before he left me alone with the
poem's words still hanging in the black air.
"Be good", he told me. "Be very, very good."
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