A weary dread usurps her tortured heart
In frozen hours after the ominous dark
As shadows crawl from corners unseen
Her heart screams to burst from within
She shuts her eyes from horrors of night
And drowns her mind in a dreamy sight
She closes herself from the living spark
And enters the land of the damned dark
As wolves howl under a moon sanguine
A savage wind roars with a piercing din
Wanton woods sway with sardonic eyes
As thirsty bats circle the moribund skies
In this godless milieu of souls depraved
She looks in terror at the moors ravaged
In the mist she waits in trepidation quiet
Sentient heart feels the treacherous night
An eerie quiet haunts the ubiquitous wild
As in woods beside the hellhounds smiled
But then rang the bells in a churchyard far
And the dead then rose from a fallen altar
And hellhounds ran for her banished soul
As the werwolves ran to devour her whole
She ran and ran without stopping all night
She ran for her life as she ran for the light
Into nefarious roads and into infernal wild
She ran for the light as she ran for her life
In a moment ephemeral she then saw light
As it made its way past the consuming night
She rose in grace from her nightmares black
As all shadows crawled back to corners dark
The night was gone and the morning bright
As she walked to the river for the lively sight
As she watched the birds sing in abandon gay
She whispered a silent prayer for another day


The White Dove


In a morn dark he ran to the forest wild
A merry tune pulling him from afar
Many a thorn lay before his inner child
As he searched for his merciful star

Through shadows he ran in wishful hope
Those eyes could not find the goal
In shadows of world he searched for hope
As the world kept breaking his soul

The sun was now red as he gazed above
Lights then went as night knocked
A lifetime lost in quest for the white dove
With a lonely smile his life then docked