Bones beneath the Moon

Little shadow with a heavy crown,

Wanders the silence where the stars rain down.

Mask of sorrow carved in bone,

Searching for a mother he’s never known.

Sleep, little one, the night won’t fade,

Dream of the warmth that the daylight made.

Your lullaby’s written in ashes and stone,

But the moonlight sings to the child alone.

Each step echoes like a hollow drum,

Footprints fading where the wild things run.

The sky wears silver like a funeral gown,

As Cubone’s tears fall softly to the ground.

The world is a cradle, but the cradle is cold,

Wrapped in the memories it never could hold.

A melody whispers through marrow and rain,

A hymn for the lonely, a hymn for the pain.

Sleep, little one, the night won’t fade,

Dream of the warmth that the daylight made.

Your lullaby’s written in ashes and stone,

But the moonlight sings to the child alone.

Hush, little Cubone, don’t cry tonight,

The stars will guard you till morning light.