Little Lamb

Hush, my dear, sweet little lamb. 
Quake not inside the encompassing fold,
though demons of the night may howl
and call, unseen, for your spilt blood.
Though the darkness lies heavy upon the glen
and the morning seems nothing more than a myth,
hold onto the truth of who protects you.

Frightened little lamb, lie still and rest despite
the danger and the horrors that creep at the fence,
for though they seem so strong and lethal, 
they are powerless to pluck you from the pen.

Trusting little lamb, close your weary eyes
and be comforted by my eternal presence,
and know that despite every raging storm,
vile, snarling predator and cold, oppressive darkness,
never, not even once, shall I leave you, my darling lamb.