Purple Lullaby

IBRAHIM
¬†Ibrahim ‘The Enchanting’

Child of destiny
Meant for a throne
Clad in purple
Find your repose.

You will rise
To dawn’s delight
Put to work
Your curious mind.

My sweet hope
Yet to bloom
Let him remain
Untouched by doom.

Son of fortune
Sleep unaware
I shall soon be
In your care.