Guardian(to be read in a calm manner):

This site is holy, the body sacred, the soul precious
Think of what you will do, think of what you will say
Or you will force me to take yours away

The look leaves you in awe, leaves you breathless
Carefull about your steps, for I will warn once
Not granting you more then a single glance

Every corner filled with gifts and wonders gracious
Do not set what is hidden, locked, free
For you will bring this doom upon me

The exultation, the  merriment, it’s contagious
Keep this place consecrated, pure
and leaving alive, of that you will be sure

 
Old familiar, I started out with the first 2 sentences years ago. Thought I gave it a try to finish it, not completely happy about it though.:

Another murder, another life, another soul.
When does the killing end and the slaughter begin?

Do we even life? Or are we dead?
Is it love we seek, or is it eternal damnation?

Do we even deserve to live? Especially when we are doomed to hate.
To be sad, to be full of sorrow.

No!

Another beginning, another life, another soul.
When does the killing end and the new life begin?

We are alive, not dead.
We seek love and to avoid eternal damnation.

We deserve to live, to love, to be happy

A little lullaby in Dutch, made for Ashley who refused to go to sleep, and as such, I punished her with the following rhymes, perhaps I will add a translation later on, though I am quite sure the power will be lost.

For Ashley:

Jongedame, Tel de schapen
tel de schapen met hun witte vacht
tel de schapen, die gaan slapen
op het groene gras oh zo zacht

Tel de wolken die wuiven
stil voorbij in de nacht
Tel de wolken in hun witte pracht
en voor je het weet zie je je Prins die naar je lacht.

and a second one, which I made a bit earlier but of which I am not as proud as the one above, again in Dutch:

Er is altijd wel een droom die op je wacht
Tel je vingers, tel je tenen
en daarna je benen
Tel je ogen, tel je neus
en voordat je t weet, ben je een reus

They both are nursery rhymes, with the second one being more of a teasing and the first a true lullaby, written for a young lady(albeit not so young in this case) too lull her into a pleasant dream about her Prince.

I must know

I must know
You are the smile on my lips
and the tears in my eyes
at the same moment
My heart is preparing
preparing to give out the love it withheld
while my mind tries
tries to steel itself for the worst to come

and you, you are the cause
the cause of the best that has happened to me
the cause of the worst that has happened to me
the cause of my smile
the cause of my tears

but I must know

now that my mind still holds something
something resembling the sanctity of sanity
and while my heart knows no despair
my mind is eating itself up in fear and doubt

My courage
my courage won’t falter
won’t falter in the face of endless horrors I must face alone
yet my courage turns to blind panic thinking of the question I have to ask

but I must know

I must know
When I saw you first you blew my mind away
when I saw you again it decided
then our eyes met
and everything changed

for better or worse
I must know