Natal Day

Natal Day - Tulus

Written by：Tulus

Benighted scene by the darkened lake

In the gloomfull dispiriting black

Born from a mother not awake

Blood is the solitary track

Knifelike rain in cuttings wind

Lashed against a dying mother's face

The owls sighed the reaper grinned

Human scent so easily traced

Harvester of the dead

Inescapably led

To her inalterable bed

Left on the soaked moss her male child

Attracting the creatures of the woods

Some in fury some beguiled

Greed gave triumph to the wolf

Taken to the damp and noisome lair

Fed on the flesh from his mater

Sleeping and waking unaware

Evermore faithful but a traitor

Cold appalled awaken

Never meant to be taken

By the harvester of the forsaken