sleep, my child,
drift upon the ether
in gentle mother's smile
as you rest beneath her
sleep, my child,
for there will come a day
when forces far from mild
will come out war to play
when the vicious and the terror
will tear each other apart
leaving nothing but a pallbearer
and a broken heart
till that day, my child, sleep
revel in your youth
dance among the woodbines' creep
the leaves of jagged tooth
amongst the mosses of spring and elves
sleep, my child, sleep,
for men will ever corrupt themselves
as the humble weep
and till the day when evil implodes
when all that's good survives
skip along the sleepy roads
where butterflies lead good lives
hide beneath the buttercup
for its shelter is more true
than all the falseness that's blown up
in world that waits for you
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 10:30 AM UTC
sleep, my child,
drift upon the ether
in gentle mother's smile
as you rest beneath her
sleep, my child,
for there will come a day
when forces far from mild
will come out war to play
when the vicious and the terror
will tear each other apart
leaving nothing but a pallbearer
and a broken heart
till that day, my child, sleep
revel in your youth
dance among the woodbines' creep
the leaves of jagged tooth
amongst the mosses of spring and elves
sleep, my child, sleep,
for men will ever corrupt themselves
as the humble weep
and till the day when evil implodes
when all that's good survives
skip along the sleepy roads
where butterflies lead good lives
hide beneath the buttercup
for its shelter is more true
than all the falseness that's blown up
in world that waits for you