musical
Dactyl’s Lullaby
You’ll see him at night, when the moon shines its beam
Tall, gaunt, inviting, his face so serene
Oh, he’ll whisper so sweetly, kindly words shall inspire
The fickle, black beating of hearts grim desire
No eyes to his face, all the better to see
The wretched behavings of those such as thee
Burnoose’s fell strides, his hands shall embrace
The wicked, then dragged to a most fearful place
So listen up all; whores, brigands and rakes
Tread not in night when the eyeless man wakes
So tuck up to bed and shutter the moon
And pray that He leaves you to rest in your gloom
