Touch their little face,
With every trace of faith.
Marvel their beauty,
Tell them they're the perfect lily.
Hold their hand with comfort,
Let them know their worth.
Dance with them tonight,
Guide them into the light.
Kiss them with every bit of love,
With a rhythm of a song to be sung.
Their hands, their hair, their heart.
Oh, what a happy treasure to part.
Whisper empty promises.
To let them know, nonetheless.
Smile with a charm,
Not knowing their sacred harm.
Stare into their eyes, let them see,
Of what kind of demon you can be.
Mesmerized and horrified,
Yet, they still believes the lies of thy bet.
Now leave without a word,
Like a swipe of a silent sword.
They'll seek and find you,
*Howling to the moon behind you.