Protection of the Unaware

A brother, mother and son lock their possessions
To the prolonged dark of night.
When the star awakens them, they will realize their concession
To the human condition’s darkest plight.
Innocence blooms when sheets are worn.
Their minds take leave
To a land where reality is torn.
What is it that grants them reprieve?
A piece of metal is now their shield
To unknown fears that are cast unaware.
They don’t take joy in their yield,
Yet they can't go bare
To the prolonged dark of night
And the human condition’s darkest plight.