Fiends are ***** enough already, no need to aid them with our own murk.

Oh child,  for what good deeds have you been punished? alas,  where have you been searching?

Stop the wandering, my love, at least just for tonight and come home, we'll seat by the fire, your head on my lap, I'll read you a story, serenely, till you dream of last seedtime.

Stop the wandering, my love, for the night is dark and full of terrors.