LULLABY by Sievert Dinar
You better believe me. I don't own any of the characters I write
about, and have no intentions of ever owning them or using them for
personal financial gain. Of course, you might like to believe that
this is a possibility, but it'll only see you behind the locked
doors of a private hospital.
This is a dark lullaby, as told by Neo Queen Serenity to her
sleeping daughter.
Goodnight, my sweet child. Sleep well, for tomorrow,
everything shall be different. The sun in the sky shall be muted by
dark clouds, the wind shall blow a hideous gale and rain shall fall
all over the Kingdom.
Goodnight, my sweet child. Dream of the moments of happiness
and joy we shared together in our crystal towers. Ignore the
starving millions, the abused, the weak of mind, body and spirit.
Their cries for release shall never reach your ears.
Goodnight, my sweet child. In the soft comfort of your bed,
in the safety of your bedroom, in the barrier of the palace. Time
shall not recognise and accept you, for all eternity. You shall
never know the physical wisdoms of old age.
Goodnight, may I implore you. For the darkness that grows
within your eyes disturbs me. The cries you scream out at night,
calling the names of those you care for, or thought you once did.
Betrayal is part of your education, and bitterness the result.
Goodnight, and bless you, my daughter. For I love you more
than you can understand, and know full well that I may, perhaps,
never receive like in turn. The peasants are at the gates, calling
for change, or our heads. We may never again know happiness like
this.
Goodnight, it seems so hollow a word. What is so good about
the night? Its darkness disturbs me, leaving me cold. Yet it
affords me the moments of quiet contemplation and introspection that
I am to be refused during the bright hours of the day.
Goodnight, my little Princess. It is time to impose my will,
and purify this world. No longer shall the various hells visit its
denizens as a matter of course. Happiness shall rule, a happiness
enforced. A happiness, like death.
The woodfire crackles as the midnight hour approaches. I feel
fear in my heart, should past friends approach you now, as is their
wont. Let them not spear your heart with their fears, or mutterings
of destiny. Allow yourself to feel the truth within you, whatever
that truth may be.
So goodnight, my sweet child, as I watch you from near and
far, understanding the pains and the joys you feel, from my own
experiences that you shall, one day, understand. For tomorrow may
be dark, or it may never come.
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
You better believe me. I don't own any of the characters I write
about, and have no intentions of ever owning them or using them for
personal financial gain. Of course, you might like to believe that
this is a possibility, but it'll only see you behind the locked
doors of a private hospital.
This is a dark lullaby, as told by Neo Queen Serenity to her
sleeping daughter.
Goodnight, my sweet child. Sleep well, for tomorrow,
everything shall be different. The sun in the sky shall be muted by
dark clouds, the wind shall blow a hideous gale and rain shall fall
all over the Kingdom.
Goodnight, my sweet child. Dream of the moments of happiness
and joy we shared together in our crystal towers. Ignore the
starving millions, the abused, the weak of mind, body and spirit.
Their cries for release shall never reach your ears.
Goodnight, my sweet child. In the soft comfort of your bed,
in the safety of your bedroom, in the barrier of the palace. Time
shall not recognise and accept you, for all eternity. You shall
never know the physical wisdoms of old age.
Goodnight, may I implore you. For the darkness that grows
within your eyes disturbs me. The cries you scream out at night,
calling the names of those you care for, or thought you once did.
Betrayal is part of your education, and bitterness the result.
Goodnight, and bless you, my daughter. For I love you more
than you can understand, and know full well that I may, perhaps,
never receive like in turn. The peasants are at the gates, calling
for change, or our heads. We may never again know happiness like
this.
Goodnight, it seems so hollow a word. What is so good about
the night? Its darkness disturbs me, leaving me cold. Yet it
affords me the moments of quiet contemplation and introspection that
I am to be refused during the bright hours of the day.
Goodnight, my little Princess. It is time to impose my will,
and purify this world. No longer shall the various hells visit its
denizens as a matter of course. Happiness shall rule, a happiness
enforced. A happiness, like death.
The woodfire crackles as the midnight hour approaches. I feel
fear in my heart, should past friends approach you now, as is their
wont. Let them not spear your heart with their fears, or mutterings
of destiny. Allow yourself to feel the truth within you, whatever
that truth may be.
So goodnight, my sweet child, as I watch you from near and
far, understanding the pains and the joys you feel, from my own
experiences that you shall, one day, understand. For tomorrow may
be dark, or it may never come.
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au