When night falls dark and gloomy,
The gates are shut for sleep.
Into a field of sable cloud,
The moon; Her harvest; She silently reaps.
Beneath my furrowed brow and tangled mind,
Struggles my distressed spirit.
Running, bounding, flying, fleeing;
The hounds of Torment in the darkness rising.
But oh angel sweet, you come for me.
Easing the burn, the pain
With the cool touch of your gently hand.
Waving back these wretched hounds; Back into unholy lands.
Your eyes, oaken blessed;
Whisper quiet and shields held at my defence.
Your lips upon mine whisper love,
And arms that will never drop me.
The dream slows as daylight breaks,
But I wake with your love in my breast,
In my heart; Slow a-beating.
In my heart.
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