Berceuse Poem by Ro'in Mao

My darling babe,

Do not let the nightlings
Bug you again now,
Do not be inveigled in
Their sheaves of ruses.
Do not get the weirder
Nor seek the bad now,
Lest want you a wakeless,
Unending nightmare.

Run far from the folks who
Cry out for respite.
Run far from the demons-
The bane of all men.
Run far from the perils
Of this existence,
For powerless hands are
All that which have you.

Go far and go long too,
Turn not your eyes back,
Until you arrive at
Your castle of books,
Where tomes form your ramparts
And learning your walls.,
Outspread your great kingdom,
And coronate the wise.

Alas, for your realm to
Remain forever,
I'll stay by you all night.
Sleep well, and dream on.

My darling babe.