The poem describes comforting dying children, telling them not to cry, scream, or shiver as their bodies decay in a dark, cold room where armored beasts gnaw at their flesh. It assures the children that the speaker's scythe will swiftly end their suffering and misery, and that they should find comfort in the speaker's sweet embrace as they pass into silence and a misty afterlife beyond.
The poem describes comforting dying children, telling them not to cry, scream, or shiver as their bodies decay in a dark, cold room where armored beasts gnaw at their flesh. It assures the children that the speaker's scythe will swiftly end their suffering and misery, and that they should find comfort in the speaker's sweet embrace as they pass into silence and a misty afterlife beyond.
The poem describes comforting dying children, telling them not to cry, scream, or shiver as their bodies decay in a dark, cold room where armored beasts gnaw at their flesh. It assures the children that the speaker's scythe will swiftly end their suffering and misery, and that they should find comfort in the speaker's sweet embrace as they pass into silence and a misty afterlife beyond.
Don't worry, I hear all your pleads I've seen this unfold countless times Yet I still dread the cruel moment When your empty eyes turn hollow Your helpless gaze unfocused still For you can't see the decayed room In which your sad body awaits
Hush now, little ones, do not scream
These armored beasts from the deep That gnaw at your rotten flesh Will soon be of the past, just like you Your moans of pain enrage them only So close your gentle eyes shut Hear the darkness call out for you And turn its shouts to soothing song
Hush now, little ones, do not shiver
Let this threaded blanket of silk Give you warmth as the frost closes in All these weeping people that you met Can't see the harrowing chains of rust That will keep you forever bound here Nor will they see the pink flesh beneath The sign of your last dare before I come
Hush now, little ones, do not fear
Calm down, stop sweating, the end is near The cut of my scythe will be swift And your misery shall turn to silence Take comfort in this, my sweet embrace Go forth in the mist and don't look back After so many years, I still don't know What awaits us all in the life beyond