I could hear the cries
Whose baby is it?
I bet you, the tears
Dropping can fill pits.
In an awkward state
Could it be witches
I reached for my faith…
Praying it all cease
My heart became ice
Froze by many please.
I could hear the cries
Could it be a child
I just could not see..
In darkest of nights
Under the lime tree
Superstitions say
It kills who it sees
In I had to stay
I chose not to be
The brave knight, tonight.