Such Wicked Things

As thou watch over thine own here this day
For the fear thou hast known now bestowed
thou must lower thy head this eve to pray
thus this fear our children dost not behold
Mind thy children, for great harm awaits
As the evanescence of light turns dark
Yet thou children’s eyes see past thy gates
Thus hearing the hell hound bark
Of thy children’s visions do we question make
Or from thine eyes endow with sorrow
Oh please of thy children do not forsake
As thy fearfully allow their morrow
So thou rest not as thine raven now sings
For tis our children who see such wicked things