The Sleeping Game

Trees that die, and rot, and fall
Times cruel teeth do gnash and maul
The stench of mold lingers in the air
Mixed with that smell, the carrion's call

Skip and skip, frolick past the dead
As children play with a severed head
Mother Goose's songs sound so fair
Do you feel that creeping dread?

In the empty forest, a piano plays
Slow and soft with a tune that strays
As you approach it, you can only stare
For beside the piano, your casket lays

Some children appear, to help you sleep
One of them asks "Why do you weep?"
"Once you rest you can play with us there!"
And so they began.....your soul to reap