About Greg
Child, oh child,
beneath frozen moon;
don't you see the snow drift,
feel the Edelwood bloom?
Courage, hush, courage, for the task you shall bear;
look to your brother - he is sleeping - where?
silver threads silver; the sun shall fall soon
Into the cup with honey-dipped spoon.
Did you think he would let you leave so soon?
For the Beast is but dripping
dark
lying
croons.