Lullabies Poems Novels & Stories

It started to crush my shield. Lea's voice, weak but determined, emerged from the dark grip. "The key! It's not what we thought!" "What key? What are you talking about?" I shouted, desperate for answers. "The song! The ancient lullaby!" Lea's voice trailed off, her face contorted in pain. My heart raced. The ancient lullaby. It was a melody passed down through generations, believed to hold untold power. Could that be the answer? Lilith, hearing Lea's words, began to chant. Her voice, hauntingly beautiful, echoed through the chamber, intertwining with the void's dark cacophony. The melody seemed familiar, and I realized she was singing the lullaby.

"Little lily as you wander into my life, Sleep while I protect you into this long and dready night. Sleep peacefully, little lily. Sleep while I cry. So, that you can stay awake while I smile."

"I do not know. The baby does not know. But it is composing a new verse right now. A verse specifically for the rage. Not to suppress it or counter it. To include it." "Include rage in a lullaby?" "Lullabies are not just about calm. They are about safety. And safety means acknowledging everything that hurts and saying: you are allowed to hurt here. No one will punish you for it." Jack looked at the compass. Its needle was pointing at the bridge, at the harmonic pathway carrying golden energy into the dark, and the warmth it radiated was not just purpose. It was tenderness. The compass was pointing at a universe built on rage and saying: this also matters.

Barely above a breath. The Russian lullaby my mother sang to me when I was small and the world still felt safe. “Bayu-bayu, bayushki-bayu… Ne lozhisya na krayu… Pridet serenkiy volchok… On ukhvatit za bochok…” My voice cracks on the first line. I don’t care. I keep going. Soft. Steady. For both of them. The words are simple. Ancient. Full of protection and promise.

••Athara•• As I cradled our son in my arms, I hummed a soft lullaby that my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. The sweet melody filled the room, and my little boy’s eyes slowly began to flutter close. I closed my eyes too, breathing in the scent of his soft hair as I lost myself to the music. I put him to bed when he was quite asleep. "Sleep tight, my handsome little man," I said in the middle of humming the lullaby that made him close his eyes.

I have been so wrapped up with Adare, that I didn't even hear him come in. “No,” I say. “It’s just a lullaby.” “Yes. About killing werewolves.” “No, it’s not. It’s about keeping him safe from monsters.” “The monster with the big teeth and glowing eyes?” I go over the lyrics in my head. In the last stanza, the mother uses the monster’s coat to keep the baby warm. “Shit.” Kane laughs and sits next to me. “You’d be surprised how many lullabies are about something dark and terrible, but maybe try one of the human songs, I don’t know.”

Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night Angels watching, e'er around thee, All through the night Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night While the moon, her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night Angels watching ever round thee All through the night In thy slumbers close surround thee All thro

King Austin: I need you to sing me a lullaby Queen Blair: A lullaby? Austin, we've talked about this.... King Austin: Well I wouldn't sleep till I hear your melodious voice Queen Blair: (blushes) Okay (sings) 🎵Rock a-bye baby, on the tree tops, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all 🎵 (When Austin sleeps, Blair covers him well)

Her baby boy, nestled in her arms, gazed up at her with dreamy eyes, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Softly humming a lullaby, Roslyn's melodious voice wove a soothing spell: "Hush little one, the stars are bright Mama's here, holding you tight In the moon's silver gentle light Sleepy time, my darling tonight" As she sang, Roslyn's fingers traced gentle patterns on her baby's back, her touch a comforting reassurance. The baby's eyelids fluttered, his tiny hands relaxing in her grasp. With each step, Roslyn's thoughts drifted to the past, memories of Alexander lingering like whispers in the shadows. Her heart, once shattered, had slowly mended, reshaped by the love she now

"Of course, my dear, of course. But it's never too early to start dreaming, is it?" As if to prove her point, she picked up another box, her fingers trembling with anticipation. "This one is from the Luna of the Moonwood Glade," she announced, her voice hushed with reverence. "She sent a set of enchanted lullabies, woven into the fabric of these blankets." "Enchanted?" I questioned, intrigued. "Yes, my dear," Granny Yeneva explained, her eyes gleaming with a mystical light. "Each lullaby is said to soothe the most restless of infants, promoting peaceful sleep and sweet dreams."