Year Made: 2003

Child of Seasons

Child, my child, so lovely and pure

Run towards the fields of spring

The river glints, shows no remorse

To offer water for the little white lamb

Innocent being, why do your eyes sparkle

Against the bright light, and yet be so fair?

Child, my child, so gentle and meek

Trot under the scorching suns of summer

Family consents, join the countless others

To wage in holy war for the tiny village

Humble infant, what has brought you to go

There where the eye of hatred glares red?

Child, my child, so strong yet so sweet

Stand in line as the leaves fall

Among heartless soldiers, in shining armor

Sword enclosed in his pale hand

Mighty mortal, how could you face the dark

And not cower in your boots, nor shiver in fright?

Child, my child, so impressive and grand

Hike through the mountains of snow

Slashes echo, he bursts through the masked men

Being one over so many, yet slays all ahead

Every village he passes by, eyes show no mercy

Like a mad wolf hungry for blood

Burns all houses, until the very last one

He prepares for the blow of his torch

And halts in the middle, face in utter shock

For there lies a little child, the one not so long ago

Brave, brave warrior, when have you left

The little child in you—to become a monster?

Seasons have come and seasons have gone

Before anyone can fathom, spring blooms once more

Feasts lavish towns and people in merriment

Talk about the endless struggles of war

None knows of the little child no more

None wonders of his fate

Pretty petals, fly by the fields of spring

Not ever care of the little child

As he is now part of the flowers

To play with them, like a child, once again.