Two children sat to a green tree,

And tapping at my front door.

One was him and one was me,

And peering through my front door.

He look sad, And I? Happy,

And rapping at my front door.

Never had I seen such glee,

And knocking at my front door.

The faces simple, mine was soft,

And banging at my front door.

The faces simple, his was cross,

And screaming at my front door.

Older now, he came to my loft,

And smashing at my front door.

Came to my neck and cut it off,

And running from my front door.

Here he heard the helping screams,

And noises from my front door.

He is faster than he seems,

And dashing to my front door.

Like the wind, you miss his leave,

And sprinting from my front door.

Through our death, we see these dreams

As wind closes my front door.