THE RED CAP BEDTIME STORY

Nasty things are in the dark

It’s more fun if you follow.

Come and bear the Scarlet mark

We bite, we suck, we swallow.

Won’t know if you’re a Vessel,

But in bliss you still can wallow.

Our Mistress will be good to you –

That is, unless, you’re hollow.

THE NIGHTLANDERS BEDTIME STORY

Sometimes they are shadow;

Sometimes, just a voice.

Always, they’re meticulous

And they leave you no choice.

You don’t fit to their order

Don’t dare to disobey.

The torture can always get worse

So it’s best that you play.

THE QUIET BEDTIME STORY

I have been touched, but it does not care.

It is all around us, but also nowhere.

The silence unmakes us, there’s nowhere to go.

The Quiet claims all; the wise of us know.

THE EYE BEDTIME STORY

It’s staring


It’s judging


This obsessive spy


It’s glaring


Begrudging


Condemned me to die.

THE PLAGUE DOCTOR BEDTIME STORY

I’ve broken my Hippocratic Oath;

My punishment is disease.

Dirty, infected with every ill,

Cut sickness out of me, please.

Lock me away in a sterile room

Will somebody find me a cure?

Can’t cope with this sickness anymore

So murder me, just to be sure.

THE RAKE BEDTIME STORY

I don’t think that there’s a way of escaping

Can’t tell what’s louder; the whispers or scraping

And the wound that he put in my chest is just gaping

But at least I’m not raving mad.


Even as I run, there’s this voice in my ear

That’s kept me from rest for more than a year

Suddenly, the beast has made it so clear

The world knows me as a Maenad.

THE BRUTE AND BURNING BRIDE BEDTIME STORY

A tale older than time, much like Beauty and the Beast

Their rings forged in rage, vows not spoken by a priest

Rip yourself asunder before strife can do it first

Fear split in two will put the violent at their worst.

As read by SM1.

As read by SM1.

As read by SM1.

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