Into the sleep to every new dawn,
\nold lady groaned solid tune of darkness,
\na gate to a tale of\u00a0 distant horrid\u00a0 paradise,
\na pale illusion of home land afar ,
\nof agony and of pain.<\/p>\n
Floaded by somber night air, she blanketed the future.
\nSnuggled in, midnight son was in the ether of love.
\nTo the berceuse, he breathed the embraced sorrow,
\nfor in the song he would be the knight,
\nfor he longed to fight with arrows of light.<\/p>\n
Only when the spaces meet at the border of the quest,
\nthe sky opens up for the mighty of all witching hours.
\nThe nightie doesn\u2019t anymore offer the warm of mother\u2019s heart.
\nThe echo of the cradle song is whispering in the air, for none.
\nThis is the kingdom of dark spell.<\/p>\n
In the land of childhood fairytale,
\nhe crawls under thick veil of\u00a0 cloud,
\ndown and torn,
\nsaving a life; his own to be alive.<\/p>\n
It was an anthem of goodnight sleep,
\nit was where the hope and faith were laid,
\nuntil forever stops, it was said.
\nIt is a broken fairy tale that scatters and fades away.
\nIt is a shattered lullaby, where the end is another end.<\/p>\n
Scavengers are occupying the dry cracked terrain,
\n\u201cMay the scarecrows become the saviour\u2026\u201d, he prays and leaves for other miracle rain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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