AN: The song can be easily found on Youtube just by looking up 'Come Little Children.' I own neither the song nor Warcraft. This piece is about my Forsaken Death Knight and takes place in Tirisfal at and near the remaining farms populated by the living.
Come Little Children
I'll Take Thee Away,
Into A Land
Of Enchantment
A rotting hand covers his mouth as he's carried away into the night and she whispers soothingly into ears that refuse to hear. The boy, no older than twelve, raises his eyes to the clear sky, silently begging the watching stars for help.
Come Little Children
The Time's Come To Play
Here In My Garden
Of Shadows
A wide smile as she brings him home. A hidden garden filled with dark red roses and sorrowmoss. Black dahlias and arthas' tears. Bat orchids and deadnettle. Nightmare vines cover the remaining crumbling wall.
Follow Sweet Children
I'll Show Thee The Way
Through All The Pain And
The Sorrows
A wooden chair covered in dark stains, frayed rope is used to tie him to it. Finally freed of the hand he screams and screams, but she just continues to whisper into his ear. 'I'll make it better. You'll see, dear one. No more pain, no more sorrow; I'll take it all away.'
Weep Not Poor Children
For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty And
Passions
He sobs now and twists in his bindings. Cold pale blue lips press against the top of his head and a skeletal hand cups his cheek. Tears are brushed away delicately and with care so as to not scratch.
Hush Now Dear Children
It Must Be This Way
Too Weary Of Life And
Deceptions
The skeletal hand now runs through his hair while the one still covered with decaying flesh presses against his mouth again. 'It must be this way,' she coos, 'It is the only way.' He shudders, silent once more, and his eyes dart around desperately.
Rest Now My Children
For Soon We'll Away
into The Calm And
The Quiet
A flash of steel and a gush of blood. She cradles his head, still running her hand through short hair and humming softly to him. His eyes slowly close and his body droops heavily. She smiles and presses another cold kiss on his head.
Come Little Children
I'll Take Thee Away,
Into A Land
Of Enchantment
Dark, cold, agony and then his eyes open again. Sickly yellow gazes up at the still clear sky. Small bluish white hands clutch at her and she covers them both comfortingly with her own. 'Welcome back,' she whispers, 'After death there is no pain, you see? I've saved you dear one, just like your brothers and sisters.'
Come Little Children
The Time's Come To Play
Here In My Garden
Of Shadows
From the shadows of the garden they come. All ages, boys and girls, and each with the same sickly yellow gaze. They greet him, hug him, welcome him home. They share their toys and show him games. Her newest child smiles and so does she.