The Thought Of My Child
Oh! Come little one,
Did no one hint you?
The red blonde sunset warn you not?
Or you act in ignorance,
This thing you pursue,
Greater than your beyond,
Deeper than a casket,
If you must go,
In search of the unknown,
Take precautions from the old man,
Drink concoctions to wade off evil,
For the unknown is brutal,
The untold is heavy,
They say others never came back.