The Child Awakes

By Frank Peter Hermsen


These creatures came

Out of the storm

In a moonless night

When the dark child was born

They took it with them

Out of itīs crib

Damned it to sleep

And buried it deep


Itīs hard to forget

The ugly child

When you hear it calling

In the middle of the night

Through the mist

Closer again

Through the night

All over this land


They always say

They will return

When the child awakes

To murder and burn

And sometimes

In stormy moonless nights

My fear makes me

Run away and hide

I often pray

To the good lord then

Not to let this child

Wake up



Itīs hard to forget....


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