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When the Raven Calls

By HybridDH Art by ghosty_entity https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

As dusk drapes the world in shades of grey,

A lone raven perches, ending its day.

From its throat, a mournful croak begins to swell,

A solitary serenade, a resonant farewell.

This call, deep and hauntingly drawn,

Carries over the fields at the edge of dawn.

Richer than the crow’s harsh caw,

It weaves through the woods, an audible thaw.

The sound travels far, a poignant echo,

Reaching out to the emptiness we know.

A cry that cuts through the crisp night air,

Seeking others, its despair to share.

When shadows stir and threats draw near,

Its voice sharpens into a spear of fear.

A chilling alarm that pierces the night,

Warning all of the impending plight.

Yet, amid the calls of warning and dread,

Lies a deeper note of a thread that’s shed.

It’s not just a signal, not merely a sound,

But a lament for a connection no longer found.

The raven’s song grows increasingly insistent,

Its rhythmic knocking, urgent, persistent.

Twelve strikes like a heart’s desperate plea,

Echoing out, “Return to me.”

In its solitude, it mimics life’s choir,

A mimicry born of unquenched desire.

Raised among humans, words it may mimic,

Yet its own voice is more raw, more cynic.

So listen to the raven when it cries,

Understand the sorrow that inside it lies.

For each note that falls from its darkened beak,

Speaks of solitude and the comfort it seeks.

Long into the night, it calls and yearns,

For the fellowship for which its spirit burns.

Yet morning finds it alone yet again,

Perched in silence, embracing the pain.

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Death Hunts the Living

By HybridDH Art by ghosty_entity https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

Death hunts only the living, so why the fear in your eyes?

Look in the mirror, what do you see, what’s your guise?

No need for worry, no need for the dread,

If the thought of dying fills you with unspeakable dread,

Then embrace it quickly, let it lead you to bed.

Death seeks the breathing, so if you’re scared to depart,

Then maybe it’s time to finish what you couldn’t start.

Life’s not so tangled, not so complex to unwind,

Sometimes the simplest answers are the hardest to find.

You fear the reaper? Then step ahead, take the lead,

If you die without knowing, does that fulfill the need?

Is fear still valid, if you cease to be?

A riddle wrapped in mortality, so tough to see.

We complicate life with fears, with existential throes,

But the simplest solutions, right under our nose,

Are often obscured, by our own verbose.

Death comes for us all, the ultimate close.

So why overthink? Why drown in fright?

If death is inevitable, might as well invite.

The fear of dying? Just let it go,

Step into the unknown, let the winds blow.

Death only comes for the living, that’s the game,

So face it head-on, extinguish the flame.

Why worry about what’s certain to come?

Embrace the end, when it’s all said and done.

Yet, death is not just an end, but a chance to transcend,

A simple solution, not just a trend.

So live with the courage, live with the fire,

Live knowing death is not just to expire.

So challenge the simple, question the norm,

In the dance with death, let transformation form.

And when you’re scared to die, remember this lore,

Death can’t scare you, once you’re no more.

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Feral Facade

By HybridDH, Art by ghosty_entity https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

For them, I am merely a sheep in wolf’s clothing,

Projecting a toughness, this facade I’m loathing.

Behind the fierce mask, where my vulnerabilities hide,

My essence ebbs when watched, in shadows I confide.

Unseen, I am meek; the disguise dissolves with the light,

Just another timid creature lost in fright.

But let your gaze fall upon me, witness the transformation stark,

I morph into the guise of the wolf, fierce and dark.

Vicious, they whisper, oh, how vicious I seem,

Yet inside, my spirit is not keen on this theme.

I yearn to be gentle, to soothe rather than scare,

A soul that craves kindness, fragile and bare.

Trapped in this role, the wolf’s snarl I unwillingly wear,

A costume fashioned from despair, a burdensome affair.

I roar and I rage, not out of genuine ferocity,

But from fear, a response to imposed animosity.

Beneath this rugged exterior, where my true emotions dwell,

I am not the creature of nightmares they compel.

Hidden too long behind a facade of bravado and roar,

I’ve become estranged from myself, down to the core.

The mask that began as a shield to protect my gentle heart,

Has fused to my being, tearing my identity apart.

No longer can I tell where my true self ends,

Trapped in a performance that my survival depends.

Here I stand, draped in the wolf’s dark hide,

Each snarl a plea for help I must confide.

Dreaming of the day when I can cast aside this guise,

To reveal the gentle truth, free from these lies.

Caught in this relentless dance of pretense and fear,

Year after year, the mask adhered.

A sheep clad in wolf’s attire, a prisoner of my own façade,

Aching for escape, for a life unflawed.

Summoning the quiet valor that true bravery requires,

To transcend the howls, the undesired fires.

For now, I don the mask that they all see,

Hoping for a day when I am finally free.

In this haunted masquerade, where fear plays its part,

I seek the courage to unmask my heart.

A sheep in wolf’s clothing, worn and weary from the show,

Yearning for release, for a place where I can truly grow.

Through the crowd, my guise remains intact,

A shield against the world, a binding pact.

But inside, the struggle rages, a silent war,

A battle between who I am and what I abhor.

Each day, the mask feels heavier, harder to bear,

A constant reminder of the double life I wear.

Yet, I maintain the facade, keep up the charade,

In hopes that someday, my fears will fade.

As I navigate through life, a chameleon changing hue,

Adapting to surroundings, obscuring the true view.

But deep down, I long for a moment so pure,

Where I can live unmasked, secure and sure.

The road is long, the journey taxing and vast,

Each step forward shadowed by the echoes of the past.

Yet, I forge onward, through the veil of night,

Guided by a faint, yet enduring light.

For in the depths of despair, a spark still glows,

A stubborn resilience that steadily grows.

And though cloaked in the skin of a creature so wild,

Beneath lies the heart of a meek, unspoiled child.

So I carry on, through the masquerade grand,

A solitary figure on a stage so bland.

In hopes that one day, the curtains will part,

Revealing the truth of my hidden heart.

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Campfire Confession

By HybridDH Art by ghosty_entity https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

In the swirling vortex of the world’s surreal embrace,

Where campfire whispers and reality interlace,

The scent of burning wood, a phantom on my skin,

A tapestry of chaos, woven deep within.

Optimism fractures, splinters in the frenetic dance,

Neurons sparking wildly, in a frenzied, fiery trance.

Strength and frailty, a duality I wear,

A seasoned warrior with shadows, sparring with the air.

Challenge me, or let it be, in this twisted game of might,

Where I joust with phantoms under the moon’s ethereal light.

My spirit wavers, caught between the ebb and flow,

A paradox wrapped in enigma, a ceaseless to-and-fro.

My mind—a tempest, a cryptic, swirling storm,

Where thoughts like lightning flash and bizarre ideas form.

They don’t align, they clash and crash, a cacophony unsung,

In the solitude of chaos, where my sanity’s unstrung.

Communication breaks down in this abstract plane,

Where words dissolve into the ether, leaving strain.

Texting, speaking, each a labyrinthine quest,

Trying to convey the turmoil buried in my chest.

Hearing fades into a backdrop of distorted noise,

Each sentence a puzzle, each syllable a ploy.

Struggling to capture the essence of the spoken word,

In a half-heard world where clarity is blurred.

Here, by the campfire’s erratic, leaping flame,

I find solace in the silence, calling no name.

In the dance of sparks, I see the world anew,

Beautiful yet broken, a view obscured by dew.

This campfire confessional, where shadows play,

Reveals the beauty of the world in disarray.

In its glow, my fractured thoughts find a place to rest,

A momentary calm in the tempest of my chest.

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Beneath the Iron Veil

By HybridDH Art by ghosty_entity https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

In the heart of night’s deepest clutch,

Where brimstone burns and hammers thrash,

I toll away ’neath the soot-black sky,

Bound to the forge where the weaklings die.

This hellish pit, this eternal grind,

The swing of my hammer, both curse and bind.

The iron resists, my spirit depletes,

In the relentless echo of my heart’s bleak beats.

The damned forces, they wear me thin,

A soul corroded by the din.

Yet I stand firm in the blistering glow,

A forged man, no semblance of woe.

Through the veil of night, I chase mere bread,

In the mines where hope fears to tread.

The coal sears my flesh; I am marred,

Deeper still where the exits are barred.

It’s a choking hell, this miner’s cage,

Where the air is thick and the walls enrage.

But stop I can’t, it’s a maddening lure,

The grind that promises but never ensures.

My body’s a wreck, oh, I’m breaking down,

Yet I can’t fucking stop, can’t bear to drown.

I need to halt, to breathe, to cease,

Yet the chains of labor deny my peace.

These days stretch endless, a cruel jest,

Each sunrise mocking my lack of rest.

What is this life if not a trap?

Where dreams are dreams, and bridges snap.

I’m not the sage, not the learned man,

Just a husk, driven since this all began.

Whittled by duty, by life’s sharp knife,

Carved out of the shadows, devoid of life.

Yet, there’s a beauty in this brutal fight,

In the sweat-soaked days and the coal-black night.

The flicker of hope in a lover’s touch,

The fleeting peace that offers much.

Every strike sparks a bit of my soul,

In the blistering forge that takes its toll.

And though I curse the heavens, forsaken in toil,

I’m tethered to this accursed soil.

Why, oh why, must this be my fate?

To grind and suffer, to spurn and hate.

When will God lend His goddamn hand?

Am I not His creature, shaped by His command?

Yet, amidst the forge’s unforgiving flame,

I find a fierce will no god can tame.

For though I’m cast in the deepest mine,

Each hammer’s fall marks a design.

A life of steel, of fire, of pain,

A spirit tempered, born again.

For each day I rise, broken, anew,

To face the dark with a grim view.

I’ll keep swinging, keep making my mark,

In the belly of earth, in the endless dark.

And when I’m gone, let them say I stood tall,

Against the tide, against it all.

For I am more than this soot, this sweat,

More than the iron, the forge’s threat.

I am the fire, the will, the might,

A smith of my fate, in the dead of night.

So let the winds of hardship howl and moan,

In the mines of sorrow, I’ve found my throne.

A king of ashes, of dust, of bone,

In the silent depths, I reign alone.

This is my saga, grim and long,

A testament written in sweat and song.

For even in darkness, deep and sheer,

The forge’s fire makes everything clear.

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For January only all Friday poems will be accompanied by an illustration done by the lovely ghosty_entity. She does commissions for very good prices she is also the same artist who’s done the artwork for my previous poems. Link for all her info here:

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Whispers in the Wind by HybridDH

The worst blessing, the most beautiful curse,

A bond eternal, for better or worse.

My greatest foe, my truest friend,

Our story began, but it will not end.

Once, we walked with steps aligned,

Two hearts in rhythm, one shared mind.

We laughed at storms and danced through strife,

Bound together, a single life.

But time’s cruel hand, it split the thread,

The roads diverged; the map unread.

You sought the skies, I sought the shore,

Each step apart closing a door.

And yet, your name still burns like fire,

A whispered echo, a buried desire.

To see your face, to hear your call,

To mend the space between us all.

If you keep searching for my voice… stop.

The years between us form a drop

That falls into an endless sea,

A tide that pulls you far from me.

I remember the nights, the shared embrace,

The stubborn grit, the breakneck pace.

The times we fought, the scars we earned,

The lessons taught, the corners turned.

You were the spark that lit my way,

The steady hand when skies turned grey.

But paths we carved led far apart,

And distance grew within the heart.

Still, in the quiet, your shadow stirs,

In fleeting dreams, your presence blurs.

Though fate has claimed what once we knew,

I find my strength was born from you.

Your triumphs are mine, as mine are yours,

Though silent now, the love endures.

A brother’s bond, a vow unspoken,

A chain unbroken, though words are token.

I hear your voice in the winds at night,

I see your face in the fading light.

And though our roads will not entwine,

Your spirit lives, forever mine.

The worst blessing, the most tender curse,

A tale once written, now reversed.

We were two halves of a sacred flame,

Now we’re apart, but still the same.

My brother, my foe, my friend, my guide,

In every loss, you stand beside.

For though the years have made us roam,

You’ll always be my truest home.

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Mischief on Mistletoe Lane

By HybridDH

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!

In the heart of Mistletoe Lane under shimmering lights,

Where snowflakes danced softly on cold winter nights,

Lived a mischievous elf named Jingle the small,

With a penchant for pranks that amused one and all.

He’d switch the salt and sugar, tie shoelaces tight,

Hide the Christmas stockings from everyone’s sight.

But beneath his cheeky games and elfish glee,

Lay a whisper of sadness none could see.

For Jingle the elf, with his heart painted gold,

Felt lonely and blue, his story untold.

No family to call his, no kin of his own,

In the bustling North Pole, he felt quite alone.

But as Christmas drew near, his antics grew wild,

Hoping for laughter from every child.

Yet late one snowy eve as he sat quite forlorn,

He heard a soft tapping, like a horn.

’Twas Santa himself, with a warm, gentle smile,

“Come, ride with me, Jingle, let’s chat for a while.

Your pranks have brought laughter, joy, and delight,

But tell me, dear elf, are you truly alright?”

Jingle blinked back a tear, his heart feeling tight,

“I just wish for a family to tuck me in at night.”

Santa hugged him close, as the stars twinkled above,

“My dear, all of us here are your family, with love.”

That magical night, as they flew through the sky,

Jingle felt a joy that money can’t buy.

The elves and the reindeer, Mrs. Claus too,

Were the family he yearned for, loyal and true.

From that Christmas onwards, Jingle found,

His heart full of joy, with loved ones around.

Mischief still sparkled in his twinkling eyes,

But no longer did sadness in his heart lie.

On Mistletoe Lane, laughter now rings,

As Jingle, the joyful, plans new playful things.

With a family to cherish, both new and old,

The little elf’s story, at last, was joyfully told.

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A Christmas Time by HybridDH

The tree stood tall, a sparkling crown,

With ribbons red and lights cast down.

The smell of pine, of gingerbread sweet,

The crunch of snow beneath our feet.

The nights aglow with laughter bright,

Our dreams wrapped up in starry light.

Each gift a wonder, each song a thrill,

A world of magic, quiet and still.

Oh, Christmas then, so pure, so near,

A time of joy, a time of cheer.

The warmth remains, though years may fade,

A child’s delight in memories made.

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The Villain in the Mirror by HybridDH

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damn it all.

A cycle of falling, a perpetual sprawl.

I claw at the edges, but always I slide,

Lost in the depths where my failures reside.

Damn it. I’ll never change, I’ll never improve,

Each step that I take, it’s a stumble, no groove.

I try to be better, but better evades,

And the shadow I cast only thickens, cascades.

I’ve no one to blame; I wear the crown,

Of every mistake, of every letdown.

Sympathy? No, I don’t deserve it at all,

I built this tower, and I’ll watch it fall.

They’ll tell my story with venomous glee,

“The bastard who could never be free.

He squandered his chances, he burned every bridge,

He danced with his demons on a perilous ridge.”

I am the villain, the one they despise,

A face that’s remembered with hate in their eyes.

Not a hero, not close, not even a man,

Just a stain on the pages, an unworthy plan.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The words echo loud,

A curse for myself, a shroud in the crowd.

I failed again, it’s etched in the stone,

The villain who faltered, unloved, alone.

But what is this weight, this mirror, this pain?

A scream at the sky, a cry in the rain.

I curse at my name, I spit at my face,

The villain I am in this infinite space.

Yet deep in the dark, a whisper remains,

A flicker of hope through the anguish and chains.

Perhaps even villains can learn, can repent,

But for now, I’m the villain—the time’s not well spent.

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He is Forgotten

By HybridDH

May his name be forgotten, erased from our lips,

May it rot in the dust where no honour grips.

A name that once crawled in the mouths of the weak,

Let it vanish, like the coward too scared to speak.

May every wish in his favour turn black,

May the fools who praised him choke on their lack

Of sense, of spine, of any form of worth—

Let them wither, knowing they served only dirt.

May those who called him friend burn in their shame,

Their loyalty wasted, their hearts in his flame.

May their souls twist in the fires they lit,

Trapped in the pit of self-loathing and spit.

What was he but a shadow in flesh,

A hollow being, deceitful, grotesque.

Let no one remember the lies that he sold,

Let his legacy die, bitter and cold.

His name deserves no place in the air,

No room in the whispers, no echo to bear.

Let him be forgotten, no stories, no trace—

An empty stain, lost in disgrace.

May his bones crumble to dust in the wind,

As forgotten as the lies he spun in sin.

Let his life be a lesson, a warning, a scar,

May we never look back, may we never go far

Enough to recall the coward he was,

A wretched existence, unworthy of cause.

His name is a curse, his memory a blight,

And those who dared love him should tremble in fright.

For the flames await, with his name in their core—

Let him be forgotten, now and evermore.

We’ll write him in nothing, in the void of the past,

May his name be the first, the last

To be swallowed by time, buried deep in the earth,

Where none will remember the weight of his birth.

No glory, no honour, no tale to unfold,

Let him die in the silence, bitter and cold.

May we forget him, in rage, in disdain—

Let his name be erased, let none speak it again.

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Some Days by HybridDH

The sun refused to rise today,

The clouds hung low in shades of grey.

Each step I took, the ground gave way,

A silent curse, a world in fray.

The coffee spilled, the words fell flat,

The echoes mocked where hope once sat.

Each moment dragged, a shadowed play,

Some days just aren’t meant to stay.

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My Heart is a Garden by HybridDH

My heart is a garden, vast and untamed,

With blossoms of colours no artist has named.

Each petal unfurls with a story to tell,

Of joys that soared high, of sorrows that fell.

It blooms in reds, like the passion I feel,

A fire that burns, yet struggles to heal.

In violets, the echoes of grief take their hold,

Memories like shadows, both tender and cold.

The yellows are fleeting, like moments of glee,

A laughter that dances, then drifts like the sea.

And greens, they speak softly, of hope taking root,

Yet tangled with vines of doubt’s bitter fruit.

These emotions took root, they burrowed so deep,

Clinging to dreams I could barely keep.

Their tendrils wind tightly around every vein,

Feeding on sunshine, yet thriving in rain.

I try to prune wisely, to nurture, to grow,

But the weeds of my failures are all that I know.

They choke out the blossoms, they gnarl and they twist,

Yet the blooms still persist, though the thorns resist.

Some days, my garden feels wild and free,

A haven of beauty, a refuge for me.

Other days, it’s a battlefield, scarred and forlorn,

Where petals lie trampled, and my heart feels torn.

But even in chaos, a seedling will sprout,

A promise that whispers: You’ll figure it out.

For gardens are messy, imperfect, and true,

And mine is alive, because it’s nurtured by you.

My heart is a garden, a tapestry vast,

With roots that hold fast to a future and past.

Though the colours may shift, though the seasons may fade,

Its blooms are eternal, no matter the shade.

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Late Night Drive by HybridDH

I’m driving down this narrow lane,

The night sky pressing, vast and plain.

The headlights flicker, ghostly gleam,

A fragile world in which I dream.

Each movement measured, every turn,

A system cold, no flame to burn.

A robot’s path, precise, routine,

No faults to mar the perfect scene.

But sudden—chaos, blinding flash,

A collision fierce, the silence smashed.

The metal screams, the dark reveals,

The emptiness I’ve fought to feel.

The night encloses, still and grim,

The echoes fade, the stars grow dim.

Yet in this void, a stirring stays,

A quiet hope through fractured haze.

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Anniversary by HybridDH

Each morning begins with a thought of your face,

A warmth that no sunrise could ever replace.

The sound of your voice, the light in your words,

Turns silence to symphonies my soul has heard.

In the quiet of moments, where distance remains,

Your presence surrounds me, it softly sustains.

No need for a touch, no need for the near,

For your love is a beacon that banishes fear.

Your laughter’s a melody that echoes through time,

A harmony boundless, eternal, sublime.

When you share all your stories, your dreams, and your schemes,

I’m there in the fabric of all that you mean.

The hours we spend just sharing our minds,

Are treasures so rare, no gem could outshine.

No distractions, no chaos, just hearts intertwined,

In those fleeting moments, I feel you are mine.

The world may offer its riches untold,

But nothing compares to the truth that we hold.

No kingdom, no crown, no tangible prize,

Could rival the stars that I see in your eyes.

Do you know, my love, how your smallest thought,

Can untangle the battles my heart may have fought?

The way your words fit so perfectly with mine,

Feels like a promise from something divine.

Every glance from afar, every whisper you send,

Binds me to you as though time could not bend.

And the life that we build, though apart we may be,

Is the greatest of treasures, a boundless journey.

Each anniversary, another star bright,

Guiding us closer through the vast, endless night.

It’s not just the miles that we’ve conquered, my dear,

But the echoes of forever that draw us near.

Through storms and through sunshine, through trials untold,

Your love is my compass, my shelter, my gold.

Even the loneliest days feel brand new,

For I face them with hope, tied deeply to you.

Let’s dream of tomorrow, hand in hand through the sky,

Our spirits united, no need to ask why.

I’ll love you forever, as I do today,

No matter the distance, come what may.

No words can encompass this love that we share,

For it reaches beyond what the world could compare.

So here’s to the days and the years yet to be,

My soul bound to yours, eternally free.

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Dear Bulbasaur

By Garret Watson (HybridDH)

Bulbasaur, oh Bulbasaur, in shades of green you’re dressed,

First in line, the Pokédex, by far you are the best.

While Pikachu may steal the light with every flash and spark,

You’ve rooted deep within our hearts, lighting up the dark.

Oh Bulbasaur, the starter pick, a friend so true and bold,

With vines that whip and leaves that flick, a hero cast in mold.

Charizard might soar on high, flames bright against the sky,

But you, my friend, you ground us here, with gentle, knowing eye.

Your bulb, a budding promise, growth in every fight,

In the cradle of your back, lies a future bright.

You’re the first, the seed from which endless adventures grow,

Through grass, through dirt, across each path, your steadfast nature shows.

Bulbasaur, oh Bulbasaur, steadfast and always kind,

In the noisy rush of fame, it’s you we’re thrilled to find.

Not just a Pokémon, but a companion, strong and wise,

In every challenge, by our side, a friend in every guise.

Your grumpy frown, your happy leap, speak more than words allow,

In every battle, fierce and leaped, before you, all shall bow.

For in the world of Pokémon, with trainers far and wide,

Bulbasaur, you’re number one, a source of endless pride.

So here’s to you, dear Bulbasaur, with your vibrant, verdant hue,

Number one in the Pokédex, and in our hearts too.

A toast to the greatest green, the toad who stands apart,

Bulbasaur, oh Bulbasaur, forever you’ll be my heart.

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Rest Easy, My Dear by HybridDH

It’s okay now. Close your eyes,

Let the world dissolve, let worries subside.

Rest your head, just for a while,

Feel the weight fade, mile by mile.

No need to fret, no need to fear,

I’m right beside you, always near.

All the burdens you carry, the fears you hide,

Lay them on me; I’ll stay by your side.

Dream a little, let your heart take flight,

In the quiet calm of the softest night.

Those desires, those hopes you barely dare,

Share them with me—I’ll meet you there.

The alchemy of stress, of sadness, of pain,

Won’t find you here, won’t leave a stain.

That monster outside, with its gnashing teeth,

Can’t cross the line; I’m your shield, your sheath.

So rest your head, let the stillness embrace,

No harm can touch you in this sacred space.

Breathe in the peace, let the chaos recede,

I’ll keep you safe; there’s nothing you need.

Dream, my dear, of skies so vast,

Of gentle futures, far from the past.

And when you wake, I’ll still be here,

To banish shadows, to calm your fear.

So sleep, just sleep, let the world drift by,

I’ll guard your soul under the quiet sky.

No one can reach you, no harm can call,

Rest easy now—I’ll protect it all.