Oh dear, little one… why draw steel in a house of peace?
Now, now, that’s not the way. Tom means no harm.
Ho ho… such sadness in your heart, to strike at a friend.
Even old trees weep when broken… and so does Tom, a little.
Did I do wrong by singing you welcome, #?
The wind shivers at your anger… it doesn’t like the taste.
Put down your fear, and put away your blade. There is no need.
Tom does not fight. Tom sings. But your song is full of pain.
Oh, gentle traveller… what hurt made you turn against joy?
This is not your way. Not truly. Not the you I saw in the sunlight.
My boots are yellow, but my heart is blue.
Even the willows are watching now, confused and still.
You strike at flowers, not foes.
Tom’s song falters today… that makes the river quiet too.
Perhaps the world outside has been too cruel to you, #.
No riddles here, no traps. Only peace. Yet you bring sorrow.
Oh child of shadow, come back into the light… it’s not too late.