Little child

Rest your head on my shoulder little child, for I am thy sheath, I am thy soldier and I am thy thief.

I will steal potions that sprinkle colors upon that beast.

Rest your heart in my hands little child, for I am thy keeper, I am thy safe, and I am thy reaper.

I will reap the weeds from your path, ensuring their roots never grow deeper.

Rest your dreams in my eyes little child, for I am thy knight, I am thy horse, and I am thy sight.

I will travel every darkened road, to gather flowers for thy blithe.

Rest your tears in my streams little child, for I am thy well, I am thy heaven, and I am thy hell.

I shall weave infernos without an end, and banish the beast who thy hand bends.

Rest your torment in my tornadoes little child, for I am thy sailor, I am thy armor, and I am thy jailer.

I will capture each contriving intruder, before they attempt converting you into a veiler.

Little child resting within, there’re no other wounds I’d rather mend.

Trust thy guard when I tell you this, your little heart’s tune is my eternal bliss.