Tread lightly sweetheart, for now the beast is sleeping,
Its fiery heart is not but resting, it’s soul no longer weeping,
The mind may be resting, but lost its memory it has not
Ssshhh, do not awaken the monster that is asleep inside.
Walk softly dear one, for now the horrors are at bay,
Shut up away from moonlight, hidden, but not gone away,
The heart may still be beating, but broken it still is,
Ssshhh do not stir up the nightmare that infects the mind.
Talk gently love, for now the dead are resting,
Their souls weary and tired just from simply being,
The body may no-longer be aching, but exist it still does,
Ssshhh do not disturb the ancient, not with your ill timed words.
© Strawberries 2010