The twilight sky gives off feelings, of...
Amor, is that the word?
Regardless, a feeling lingers in my heart
And I don't know what to call it
and everything in between
My sweet son of yore,
The knight that would do anything for the safety of mine
And for his kingdom too,
I shall sing this twilit lullaby.
A blanket on your body,
A pillow to rest your head,
And a book to read the stories
Of love, fear, and dread.
And when you fall asleep,
It's when the madness begins to resound.
Your mother, your guardian, your angel
Like a golden goddess, with her sword,
To cut away the fear.
She, too, shall sing this twilit lullaby,
And with her sword, shall vanquish the madness and fear.
Part 2 of my trilogy. There's also a reference to one of my older poems.