Twisted Lullabies

Crimson satin, inky lace Alluring smile fixed upon equally alluring face The tilt of her head, the grace of her walk Movements defying the tick of the clock Eyes fixed on a child sitting near With just a few words, he will go with her and never fear Her strange words and tales of a magic place Her dark hint of animalistic grace And I know this child will not be seen again For he has followed the fey through the hill and the glen Gone with them to their homes under the hill Promising to be away only one night, until He goes outside, to find a hundred years gone past Yet there are no traces of it upon his face And so he goes back under to the place Where gods walk among men, and one can live in luxury But this is a home for no child to be Where secrets and lies form twisted lullabies And you can see the madness within every pair of eyes A child will be lost in this place His spirit will fold up and leave him without a trace Of life or love or hope He will become empty because he was unable to cope With the lies, anger and the darkness Present in every moment And with empty eyes he looks out the window and prays For someone to take him away For someone to free the lost girls and the broken boys Whose lives were treated as nothing but toys For something more to hope for A place to sleep that's not the floor Those whose lives are scarred, Who live behind bars Who were led astray by fairy tales That took all the wind from their sails Let us answer their cries And show them the light