The Changeling.
A chill wind whispers through the darkened pane,
She holds the infant close against her breast,
A tiny mouth still drawing, but in vain,
No warmth, no life within this hollow guest.
Its eyes, like chips of coal, reflect no light,
A pallid skin, a breath that barely stirs,
Not her sweet babe, lost to the endless night,
This changeling nightmare, silent, cold, deters.
Her heart, a hollow drum, beats out its grief,
For what was stolen, snatched beyond recall,
A mother's love, a sorrow past belief,
As shadows lengthen and the darkness falls.
A chill wind whispers through the darkened pane,
She holds the infant close against her breast,
A tiny mouth still drawing, but in vain,
No warmth, no life within this hollow guest.
Its eyes, like chips of coal, reflect no light,
A pallid skin, a breath that barely stirs,
Not her sweet babe, lost to the endless night,
This changeling nightmare, silent, cold, deters.
Her heart, a hollow drum, beats out its grief,
For what was stolen, snatched beyond recall,
A mother's love, a sorrow past belief,
As shadows lengthen and the darkness falls.
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