Baal-Berith's Bedtime Stories & Lullabies

The Cradle

There once was a lady who lived in a cottage. She lived alone with her baby boy name Jaxon, who's father was caught axing, some midnight broad in his mother's bedroom. Now her worries lay to rest and to peace, she cradled her baby so smoothly and in piece. She went outside once she had finished her job. For her husband, he lay still with his bitch at his side, Jaxon laid to rest next to his friend Zerachiel who was his lovely guide. His mother climbed hight to the top of a willow tree. Looking upon the midnight sky, compensating over what she had done.

"Rock-a-bye baby one the tree top," Jaxon wailed as his mother cradle him in her arms gently. The wind blew softly, splitting apart his mothers auburn hair, " when the wind blows the cradle will rock..." she gave him a stroke on the cheek, wiping his tears. She smiled hoping to get some type of giggle from. Instead he sat blankly grabbing her finger. "If the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. But, mama will catch you and cradle and all." She had a very thick necklace around her neck, as well as a bracelet that attacked to Jaxson's torso. She cried some more, but Jaxson wiped a tear from her eyes. She slid off the branch as Jaxon was sent drowsing, cozy and fair. Mother sits near in her rocking chair.

Foreward and back, in her cradle she swings. And though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings.

" Hush-a-bye baby up in the sky, on a soft cloud it's easy to fly. Angels keep watch over, as you sleep. So hush a bye baby, don't make a peep." He heard her giggle, but her lips did not more, nor crease into the smile he once heard. He started to cry but she did not touch to comfort him, she did not look into his direction at all. She stared at the moon. So did he, he watched til he soon fell asleep. Her song was heard once more.

"Rock a bye baby, do not you fear. Never mind baby, mother is near. Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight. Now sound asleep, until morning light."