Hush, my child.
Sleep come your way...

Wing shod messenger
threw lyre at red God of War...

Enshrouded by the night's sweet song,
the faeries start their dance...

Walking through a field of flowers
birds warbling gentle tunes...

Life is pondered.
Clocks strike, ticking away the stolen hours...

Silver footsteps in the snow,
padded prints so small and free...

When Spring arrives to take the lead,
all silence befalls the rising sun...

So silent you sit.
So still...

For once the clock strikes midnight skies,
the winter shines; the tendrils gleam...

Don't tell me you'll come back to me
if death may ride your way...

Look at me.
I feel your heart racing...

The man stared at the ring
that hung around his neck...