Good night my child
And don’t you fear
Lest you draw
The Augdenleer—
A beast they say that’s drawn to tears
Of children lost in thoughts of fears.

Beware, beware
The Augdenleer.

Rest in silence,
Embrace the night—
Dwell not on thoughts
Of fears and frights
Or things that cause
Your tears to fall
For with your tears,
The beast, you’ll call.

What is this beast I warn you of,
This thing that’s drawn to tears,
A fright you’re told to beware—
The one called “Augdenleer”?

When I was young, I heard the tale,
The one I’m telling you,
Of this thing that stalks the night—
A terror, I swear, is true.

From a child’s bones
The beast was birth’d
On a restless night
‘Neath the earth;
Tormented by cries that broke the peace,
The bones, they rose, to cause them cease.

It searched the night for the child who cried
And came upon the child’s bedside
And peered into its teary eyes
As it forever silenced the child’s cries.

From the child, it took its bones
And made these things its very own
As jaws and claws and spines and spears—
It took its form from the child’s fears.

On a second night, it took its name
From another child whose bones it claim’d
Who disturbed the rest this wretched beast
That came forth, again, to cries surcease,
And searched the mind for this child’s fears
And found the name “the Augdenleer.”

In the morn, the parents wept
For the bones the beast had kept
And their children whose lives were lost—
Their lives their cries did them cost.

And in the dark that quieted night,
Beneath the glow of dim starlight,
The only thing the beast could hear
Was, “Beware, beware the Augdenleer.”

And now it roams ‘neath blackened sky
List’ning for a child’s cry
To carry its bones and steal its dreams
And forever silence the child’s screams;
For when a child cries from unfounded fear
It infuriates the Augdenleer
Which rises up again to take
The bones of children whose cries did wake
The beast, the horror, the terror and fear—
The thing we call “the Augdenleer.”

The beast’s claws tear and pierce,
Its mighty jaws are strong and fierce,
And breath of fire in its chest
To burn the children who cannot rest
Who called the beast in cries of fear—
Beware, beware the Augdenleer.

It cannot stop until they’re gone—
The tears to which the beast is drawn;
And so, my child, I hope it’s clear
You must beware the Augdenleer.

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