From whence do you come,
Haunter of dreams-
Stealer of rest
And peace of mind?
Deep from within
The lost regime,
Of hearts obsessed
And love unshrined.
Into the midst of them,
Quietly stealing-
You grave my name
On icy slate.
Then while my nerves
Are slowly chilling,
All my reason
Intoxicate.
I grasp for hope,
But she has gone-
The cause is lost
The battle’s over.
You sit distant
On your throne,
And no one else
Can save me lover.
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