Though the sun climbs upward toward the stars
The moon clings to his lofty perch
So I sip my tea ‘neath the buckeye tree
And lift my eyes to search
No sleep for the wicked, the saying goes
For I cannot find my bed
I’ve searched all day, yet lost my way
Watch the ticking clock with dread
Beware the children of the woods, I’m told
As I trudge through marsh and field
Heed the siren’s call and you shall fall
To horrors yet concealed
I cannot hope to know wherefore
The demons call my name
While I feel their pull, the basketful
Of posies keep me sane
The heavenly battle rages on
O’er a world that I disown
The piercing scream would surely seem
To sadly be my own
I wish I would have seen him step
From deep within those trees
His blade draws back and with a whack
He sends me to my knees
The creatures who crawl within these woods
Would drag me down to hell
So sure I’m dead, I cradle my head
And await the final bell
I hear the killing blow that comes
But it does not come for me
My saving grace, she shares my face
With a smile of victory
As the demon’s broken body fades
I can hear the siren’s song
And I realize to my surprise
I was singing all along
About the Creator
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