Tucked In Tight

Wake in morning with the sun in sky

Oblivious to the past gone by

Pull back the covers, look outside,

Don your tools, wave goodbye

Walk through woods with a smile in mind,

Head off to where the earth was mined

Light the way your footfalls meet

Eyes to shine like the treasure you greet

Bring back the gems, tempt your heart,

Lay down tracks to place the cart

Come home, bounty in hand

But not all stories go as planned

Sun goes down, moon rise high

Run from those whose eyes might pry

Shattered windows and broken doors,

They come to settle those old scores

Eyes like fire, blaze with contempt

Laugh they will at your feeble attempt

Pressed up against the cold wood wall

Slain by those with their stories untold

Here is where you were tucked in tight

Here is where they will feast tonight

And wake the morrow once again

To repeat the cycle that will never end.

Inspired by The Desire.