The Binding

I know we’ve had a good life but your time has come
I can’t let you give birth to the devil’s son
I don’t know what you mean, dear, but you’re clearly drunk
Hush hush, oh my darling, my work’s almost done
Where did it come from this wretched idea in my head?
How do I tell the lies from what the good lord has said?
Why must you trouble my darling? Come join me in bed
That would be lovely my dear but you’re already dead
I know we’ve had a good life but why should it end?
Why must heaven and hell take my dearest of friends?
Come lay with with me for awhile and we’ll count the stars
With the children asleep this night could be all ours