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

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

Fate stands still by iron gate,
white-gloved hand awaiting tender touch...

A hurricane of fancy faces
swirl an ever safe dance...

Along the misty moors doth dwell
a maiden of the fairest kind...

Walking through a crimson field
hand in hand, through wild tulips...

There was a time that thou had a chance
to keep me for all eternity...

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

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

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

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

Emerald scythes dance amorously
in the cold moonlit night...