A cold winters night, frigid and white,
There lay a girl who couldn't sleep.
She tossed and turned, her mind, it burned,
With thoughts that ran too deep.
These troubling things, they would not ease
Their weight upon her breast.
And so it seemed, that she was deemed
To be cursed with no rest.
When appeared outside the windowpane,
An apparition in the frost.
It spoke to her with no disdain,
And asked if she was lost.
Before an answer passed her lips,
It materialized 'side her bed.
A smoky wisp, a single kiss
Planted on the girls forehead.
'Know that we watch above you,
And though you suffer much,
Remember those who love you,
And the lives that you have touched.
Let these words be thy comfort,
And push dark thought away,
And nudge you towards blissful dreams,
From which you'll never stray.
And when the dreams are over,
And a new day has begun,
Remember that for someone's world
You are their shining sun.'
Seeing that her eyes had closed,
The apparition quietly departed,
But not before sprinkling dust
To get the sweet dreams started...
Sleep well, dream better, my sweet...
Sometimes, even a Goddess needs a lullaby....