• Little miss,
    with clouded eyes,
    the child of my brothers,
    sunset's kiss,
    on her small brow,
    from her god forsaken mother,
    brease wispers,
    as she stumbles,
    bloody out of her short life,
    softly murmurs,
    prayers for fother,
    just as she lays down to die,
    her dear fother,
    comes to save her,
    but is shot down by the witch,
    this is the nightmare,
    as i have seen it,
    before the daylight reaches.