Back for the fifth part after quite a long gap. Do forgive me…having a long week!
Here are the links to the previous parts:
And now, a man
he wept, like the child which he had once been;
for that sweet touch
that soft caress
of his mother’s breath
of that scent which he had, so innocently
felt secure in.
And when his tears had dried,
his gaze turned outside again;
he knew…he knew that death was false…!
Fairies, goblins, pixies were friends!
Out he set,
and with him hope,
to find the love which he had lost,
and listen again,
to that lullaby soft,
listen to the song…
the one which was left.
To be continued…