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
Worry,
curiousity,
fear,
animosity,
sickness,
innocence,
thoughtfulness,
thoughtlessness,
and everything in between
For him,
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.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
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
Worry,
curiousity,
fear,
animosity,
sickness,
innocence,
thoughtfulness,
thoughtlessness,
and everything in between
For him,
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.
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