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The Stolen Child
Blood-- bleeding.
Pain--throbbing.
Why is this happening?
It's not time.
I scream.
I cry.
The doctors whisper.
I hate when they do that.
Something's wrong.
I can't feel my child move.
What happen?
What did they do?
"We're sorry miss-- but is seems you've miscarriaged."
No.
No.
Not another baby died.
Don't let me lose another oh dear Lord, why?
I lay there alone as the child's lifeless body was removed.
And then I cry because I don't know what to do.
And then in a brilliant ray of light, a faerie appeared.
"Do not worry nothing is to be feared, your baby was sick
and it was dying. So from this bloody death, a changeling shall rise
and your baby's soul in peace shall rest. This is not your fault me dear,
so now sit up straight and dry your tears."
"I brought a changling into this world?" I ask cocking my head to the side.
"Yes my dear, and in another realm your baby is alive"
"But why take my baby? I could have loved it and gave it a home"
"Ah yes I know but you see--
Come away O human child to the waters and the wild.
With a faerie hand and hand
For the world's more full of weeping
then you can understand."
And so my child did not die but simply was guided by the help of a faerie hand.
Because the world was too full of weeping than he could understand.
Pain--throbbing.
Why is this happening?
It's not time.
I scream.
I cry.
The doctors whisper.
I hate when they do that.
Something's wrong.
I can't feel my child move.
What happen?
What did they do?
"We're sorry miss-- but is seems you've miscarriaged."
No.
No.
Not another baby died.
Don't let me lose another oh dear Lord, why?
I lay there alone as the child's lifeless body was removed.
And then I cry because I don't know what to do.
And then in a brilliant ray of light, a faerie appeared.
"Do not worry nothing is to be feared, your baby was sick
and it was dying. So from this bloody death, a changeling shall rise
and your baby's soul in peace shall rest. This is not your fault me dear,
so now sit up straight and dry your tears."
"I brought a changling into this world?" I ask cocking my head to the side.
"Yes my dear, and in another realm your baby is alive"
"But why take my baby? I could have loved it and gave it a home"
"Ah yes I know but you see--
Come away O human child to the waters and the wild.
With a faerie hand and hand
For the world's more full of weeping
then you can understand."
And so my child did not die but simply was guided by the help of a faerie hand.
Because the world was too full of weeping than he could understand.
Published 31st Jul 2011
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