Hush now, don't cry,
For death shall sing thee a lullaby,
From chambers of gold,
You sleep in arms that hold
You close and gentle,
A sweet meadow glade.
Sleep on, dear child,
Unaware, unafraid,
Of the dangers that lay
Hidden in shadow,
The creatures that haunt
From death's hollow
Shall pass by you in evil glee,
For to them,
The dark ones, you shall only be
A whisper of breeze,
Small and lost,
This I bless over you,
And for the cost,
I ask only this,
That you do not fear me,
And love my darkness as one who truly sees.
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Alatus
PoesíaDo you know what 'Alatus' means? Winged. Wings to fly away from reality, wings to sweep stars into my life, wings to hold my dear ones close. My poems make me winged. Every word, every line. They're packed with my imagination. And now, I'd like to p...
