Should I wake before the dawn in a cascade of sleep
 I shall scream in silent dreams
 A slumber in a mourning and aching breathe
 The skybound sol rays a pallid disease
 "Mommy! Where are you? I am cold and scared!"
 "Little one, be silent. Unto the earth you are spared."
 No rainbows nor fairies adorn my bed
 As darkness slips over my obscuring, wet head
 I am weak, I am pale, My humours have shunned
 My soul has been cast though my body clings on