La Llorona

Well rock-a-bye baby
Cuz mommy's right here
She'll love you to death
Then drown herself too

She'll sing over blue lips
Coo over water-worn skin
Laugh at the movement of the
Wind in your hair

She'll dance till she notices
You don't dance too
Then she'll tell you 'get up
We're still playing
Darling, get up'

She's scream when she notices
She'll weep when it's clear
She'll cry to the stars
That accidents happen

But then, somehow you'll
Disappear
She'll say you're just out
To gossiping wives
Then search out small children
Out late in the dark

She drag them to their watery graves
She laugh at their screams
Saying, 'see, that's playing my dear'
Until water covers all and the light
Flies from young eyes

Retreating back she'll shake her head
'no child of mine,
No child of mine'
A shawl around chilled shoulders
A frown on chilled lips

(based on an urban legend where I'm from)