Second Star to the Right

for all the words written on the wall.
for all the tales told straight and tall.
And all the bards filling each hall!
All the painters that swung a brush,
That danced till dawn, who run amok.
The audience is the greatest gift.
And so to you I hope I lift.
With words as true as I can tell.
And tales dragged deep up from the well.
Never to stray left of the path.
And never to keep from dawn till dusk.
Once your eyes are full of lead.
It's to your choice where paths are tread.
Not a word now, time to lay.
In your dreams there are monsters to slay.