HFY: The Quiet lay (Patreon)

The Quiet lay five minutes longBefore the bloom of Sound—Bursting forth in sudden flame,We’ve come from all around.Running—Days to Years we were,Yet knowing, though unseen,The masks and midnight hide a truthThat lies what haunts between.So strike us swiftly as we sleep,Pierce hearts in slumber’s bed;Else waking Wrath that follows soonShall envy well the Dead.For should you spare one whispering Myth,Alive, it will not keep—But multiply in children's tongue'Till vengeance wakes from sleep.Oh better, far, to slay us all,Erase our very breath;For Hate once planted in the heartGrows crueler still than Death.