This blissful deathly dream

  affords not the rift where

  madness and fear cleaves

  the soul.

  We witness all and we learn.

  To the gathered boughs we hold,

  And you shall see us here,

  we, the darkness

  From the night-eaten world,

  Gathered into a single shadow.

  Our dreams

  Are held in our song,

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  an amalgamation

  of wishes, held

  in the flutter

  of feathers.

  And upon our voices,

  your soul shall lift,

  in serene

  misericordia

  to the bliss of

  a gentle lullaby.

  So gather together,

  little ones,

  become one with us.

  And we shall bear you

  to gentler worlds

  on the murmur of our wings.