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… Continue reading Dactyl’s Lullaby