Swallow The Sun

My Child, I will bury you on the highest hill,
beside the tallest tree where winter will cover you
and build the biggest castle.
There I will bury you, from the arms of your mother.
Soon the angels will carry you over the edge of the world,
lead you through the deepest forest,
away from sickness, into the light.
Sleep my child, lay down your head and leave this pain,
I'll read your these last pages of the tale.
To endless morning I'm cursed from here on;
you will be taken, I was meant to stay...
The Emerald Forest was quiet
and the deep green of the diamond leaves
was glimmering in the sky high tree tops
on the gentle wind, tall as the mountains in the east.
Echoes of the steps of giants
were fading like the beat of your weak heart.
Shades of night welcome you with a twisted smile.
Slowly with every tiny breath.