Cupboard Key Relieve Sleep

Oh childhood lullaby Yee of bedtime sheep tailored dream woven pillowcase Ticking striking momentum behind hidden crossed finger hand Conical , decoherence pyramid shape of future held in open palm In barren room furnished simply with a wardrobe hidden in a corner Beckoning forth an erstwhile champion to penetrable it's wonder-wall of secrets And relieve them of the key so as they can sleep and keep no more While those who unbeknownst to them know what they are not Safely slumber under moon and star pulsar up above and far further beyond Sheltering under love's protection from the bite of the north cold winds jagged teeth cutting through bare exposed flesh Who's purpose they believe is to challenge the power of the witches spell and stroke a lion's mane And hopefully imagination permitting return via the very same rabbit hole they entered To speak and tell of such graphic tales in the key of lullaby that children just like themselves can even understand And willingly wish to go to bed in order to dream And resume the search of last night's merriment and folly