The Jailer’s Song

 

Come, fellow traveller sleep,

Tuck under blanket tight,

And be at peace within

My deceit, this trick,

Play-pen, my den

As you please,

Call it. My

Rusty Ol’

Cage

Cold

Isn’t it?

A sheet, old

Friend? To eclipse

The plight from your

Paranoid mind; So you

May sleep in tranquil and

I play the lute and look unto

You in this sinister Rusty Cage.