Dreadful rest in peacful slumber. Safe to stay in shadow's number. Gray skin dark with ebony's cold; with sacred murder child so bold. With tender grim in mother;s smile as child's hand's limp, alone beguile.
Center of the room lay bare; nothing but a little 's chair. Candlelit walls with reddish tint ring as you hear her young for sing:
"Mother, Mother,
Now you're gone.
Away from life
Away from dawn.
Mother, Mother,
Payments rest.
You failed my last
And final test.
My crimson hand
Belied your life.
I ended it
With my crimson knife."
Dress of blue and reddish tint flowed over neatly her small knees bent. Her song of laughter etched my ears as I saw what remained of the mother's tears. Fireglow dim as the child fades. I close my eyes to earth's shadowed shades. My wound was deep as it throbbed with pain...my tears were like acidic rain. My heart lay dying in my child's hand...
As my time of life sifted with hourglass sand.
