Little Dancer

Dancing, dancing leaves,
The ballerina sleeps.
The lights may flick,
And the clock may tick,
But the gong strikes midnight.
Sleep.

Sleep little dreamer,
As the monsters arrive.
They chase and they call,
To the pretty little lie.
Running.

Run little dreamer,
Down the blood drenched paths.
Claws, oh claws,
They reach out and laugh.
The darkness wraps around,
Scream.

Scream little dreamer,
As they grab at you.
Howl, oh howl at that bright yellow moon.
Wind, oh wind, cover her cries,
Let the world sleep,
As this little dreamer dies.

Trees reach out,
Grabbing her wrists.
Mother, oh mother, won't you wake her from this,
Vampires call and witches they.
Cry.

Cry little dreamer.

Dancer, oh dancer, run while they try,
Murder, oh murder, stay away
From me.
Don't you see
The dancer in the tree?