When Given a Choice

by Megan Auffart


Come with me, Child
I'll find you a friend.
We'll run from the monsters
And exit this land.
We'll bid fond adieu
And run for the shore.
We'll leave all the demons
To growl and to roar.

Come with me, Child
The witches have flown.
They dance in their Sabbaths
In groups or alone.
And search for a youngster
As gentle as you
To dump in their pot
For their afternoon stew.

Come with me, Child
The night is still young.
The priests are out praying.
The church bells have rung.
The monks are still writing
In their ancient books
While enemies gather
With secretive looks.

Come with me, Child
The ships are set sail.
We'll dance on the ocean
And sing all the while.
The gypsies will come
And they'll clap and they'll sing.
The fiddler's will fiddle
And laughter shall ring.

Come with me, Child
We’ll go far away
Where the moon is so bright
It can pass for the day.
The stars in the evening
Will whisper and sigh
As the sun slowly rises
When morning is nigh.

Come with me, Child
I give you a choice;
Stay and be silent,
Or leave and rejoice.
Give me your hand,
Or else wait and refuse,
But one or the other
My dear child, choose.