A father nightmare

Father, forgive the night,

for it remembers every sin.

I kneel beneath your silence,

waiting for the voice within.

Shadows hum a hymn of sorrow,

candles burn but give no light.

Heaven closed its gates tomorrow —

and I am lost to endless night.

Part II – Frozen Village

They sleep beneath the snow,

the children call from far below.

Their laughter echoes through the frost,

reminding me of all I’ve lost.

The wind repeats my name,

it knows the guilt I hide.

I whisper back in shame —

“My sins are still alive.”

Part III – Battle with the Father

I tried to save them all,

but the bells began to scream.

The cross fell from the wall,

and shattered every dream.

The voices won’t release me,

they twist my blood and breath.

“Father, do you hear me?” —

I answer only death.

Part IV – Lullaby of Madness

Sleep, Father, sleep,

the snow will hide your eyes.

Rest where the angels weep,

beneath the frozen skies.

The children hum your prayer,

their voices soft and low.

We forgive you there —

in the dark below.