The little shrieks

A whisper in the willow’s creek

No widows, weep on windows

No pillows, please

I will not sleep

A villain keeps me brittle

The little shrieks within this mind

Forever keep it bound

I pray the Lord my loss to keep

But nowhere is she found

The foulest sounds

From loudest mouths

They bless me with a curse

The year is long, the clock is round

For better or for worse

And if I wake before I die

I hope to tell the world

From everything to nothingness

The sun and shade will turn