Last Lullaby
As sweet angels mutter last lullaby,
The last lonely child begins to cry,
And the widow hides her hurt inside,
As the violin brings treason to try.
And I stare in to these bambi eyes,
The children, of such sweet defy,
And the women stand, side by side,
As the world pulls to an end.
Goodbye, last lullaby,
I sing my children to sleep.
For the image of such steep destruct,
May burn the mind, so sweet.
The destination, almost reached,
As the last of my children fall asleep,
Tis the end of forever, eternity, despair,
Far upon inner suicide,
A demons watchful stare.
The world stands still,
And we stand tall,
Lash closes to the pale,
Tis the end,
The end of all.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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