Sleep well tonight child and pray the Shadows do not descend to feast upon your eternal soul. Pray you will see the suns rising in the west perhaps once more. If not little one do not dear, you will not shall feel a thing, not the blood dripping claw no sharp teeth, only see pleasant dreams.
Sleep well tonight child and dream your pleasant dreams. Tonight it will be over, perhaps sooner before the midnight tolling or perhaps even between the twilight hours. Who knows but knowing this is the last night? Your blankets child, did your mother tuck it in tight?
Sleep well tonight child, the time has come at last. Do not look away! See us for what we are, it is quite all right. See our eyes and be silent for dread, be quiet and you shall be past dead. Really all is right, your poor father and sweet mother shall mourn your loss tonight.
Sleep well tonight child, waiting for your eyes too dim is a lovely sight. The Shadows and monsters sigh in great delight. So sweet so pure, they shall had crooned shivering in remembrance of the feast. Do not cry child, your at last done with us at least!
