Life and Death, the Unseen Battle

Oh please sweet spirit child, Take no heed of them grotesque trees. Whistling desolation lullabies, Nor the raggedy stars hanging In a rotten purple sky. Beckoning your name to land of the dead. Oh sweet spirit child, Look at the crumbling gravel beneath your feet. The wind will blow, the crows entice, And all roads will depart into a contorted mists, There is no memories in these rivers of Dreaming fogs. Only fields of illusion green, Oh please don't go sweet spirit child, To where the water meets the wild, It is there that death awaits Upon his mirrored lake, Silently implacablably, On a raft of decaying reeds. Oh sweet spirit child, Do you feel tears dripping upon serene skin. Your mother making promises She will keep, "I will never leave you thou This world is hard, this world is cruel, my love is true only white innocence Burns in my heart for you Come back to us sweet spirit child"