And while i walked through my bloody for­est of memories..an old poem came back to me

The Child of the Bloody Forest Sleeps Tonight

Sing little one,
Sing, sing for the forest
As you lie beneath embracing arms.
Sing little child
of the bloody forest,
Praying on your knees in the moonlight.
I hope the whispers, the cries of the dying
Beneath the sun of gold
Never reach such innocent ears
As the day transits to night.
Pray little child of the bloody forest,
That your sleep may never break
For when next the day does come again
The whispers will be gone.
Sing little one,
Sing, sing for life
As you lie beneath a warm embrace.
Sing little child of the bloody forest,
Praying on your knees in the moonlight
That the blood will wash away.

by Hexion DeMorte