HereticRaven

The moon upon her silver throne looks down in silence deep on scenes replayed throughout the years as little ones find sleep. Just like you, my child so dear, their eyes begin to close and off they fly to dream of worlds where only children go. Sleep soft, my little angel. Know that mother's near. When you wake from slumber still, I'll be here. Rest in my arms, my little one, and I will guard your dreams. All blessings from above; sleep well, my love. So fear no shadows in the dark as 'round you turns the night for I'll be here to hold you close 'til in comes morning's light. Then the gentle kiss of dawn will scatter drea

I'm weary. I wept tonight, though I'm fairly certain you never actually saw my tears. You were too busy making deals and finalizing plans while I was curled into a ball on the other side of the bed. You asked me to tell you what was on my mind when they left, but it was all one massive chaotic explosion of hurt. I managed a few things, but not enough. That little bit didn't really get anywhere with you, anyway, so what's the point of bringing up more problems to be blown off? Oh, she's just pissed off. Thanks. I never realized I was that insignificant these days. Once the people you were busy with left, tender concern after that abrupt bru