Overheard in a Forest Glade
by Iain Muir
Hush, my baby, hush!
You must not cry!
Hush, my baby, hush!
The hunters are nearby.
Sleep, my darling, sleep!
Your mother’s gone away.
Sleep, my darling, sleep!
In the Greenwood we shall stay.
Shush, my baby, shush!
Your daddy wants you dead.
Shush, my baby, shush!
He’s asking for your head!
Hush, my sweeting, hush!
Be still but for a space.
Shush, my baby, shush!
’Til we find your mama’s race.
Peace, my jewel, peace!
They live here in the Green,
Peace, my jewel, peace!
And your Grand-mama’s their queen.
Rest, my baby, rest!
While Men war with the Elves,
Rest, my baby, rest!
And thereby destroy themselves.
Sleep, my darling, sleep!
Sleep, and do not dream,
Sleep, my darling, sleep!
While for your revenge I scheme.
There, my sweeting, there!
They search without success.
Just you rest, my darling one,
My little Elf Princess!
© 2002 Iain Muir
Iain Muir was born in London, and has since then dived in
Mauritius, raced cars on dirt roads through African cane fields, been
robbed in German pubs, and now resides in North Sydney. He drinks too
much red wine, and spends too much on reading material. He plans on
getting rich the old-fashioned way: by winning the lottery.
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