A FATHER'S LAMENT FOR THE LOSS OF HIS CHILD

			(Shanadar's Ode to Shalen)







Oh, how my heart mourns for thee

My life, my love

My kin, my blood

     

Little child of mine

Precious jewel in my eyes 

I curse the day they cut you down

Sweet little innocence

Wrapped in blood on the ground



They never knew what you meant to me

Gentle little love

Oh, the misery, wrought when they stole

     your heart from me



Murderous bastards, conniving fools!

If they had shown their faces to me

They never would have lived



Oh would I have given my life for you

     My life, my love

     Precious little child

     Curious wonder, shy one

I wrap you now in your burial gown, a refuge

     in days past when you were alive

I would forsake myself for you

     But now I must mourn alone