Bed Time Prayer

Deep in the woods
down by the lake
over the hills
the Serpent waits

Under the mountains
across the crack
leave the world behind
step through the black

Through frost and fire
winds will blow
summer be autumn
as we reach bottom

So He sits
throne of stone
skulls will glow
as the reaper sows

so He sits
with crooked smile
and we wait
to hear our fate

If all is bad
Old Mother be sad
for the Serpent shall claim
our souls in flame