Bats fly through time
to cover the night of the evil moon
shut those sight doors, cover them sound holes
that tune is not the song of the nightingale
don’t you hear the hoot of the owl…?
Close your soul to the evil that looms
Fear not if you find blood by dawn
the songs would still play in your heart
songs sang by our fathers many years past
those gruffy notes that accompanied dawn’s chorus
the sun would lift the darkness
Row to that land of new beginnings
Row, row, row your boat… gently down new streams
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream…
Or is it?
(First published by Kiah on her very beautiful blog (which I think you should visit) here.