Punished

To kill the child
That sits quietly
Most nights
And only wakes
When there is
No moon.

With knives cannot
His mother weeps
And stabs and stabs
To find again
In other haunts
On other moonless
Nights.

Until she stalks
By sorrow's cliff
The pallid ghoul
That keeps her 'wake.
And ends him
Through and through.
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