Nightsong

Darkest night,

Take your flight,

I'm yours till daylight breaks.

Swallow me,

Set me free,

And still this mortal heart that aches.

Take my hand,

Through this land,

See how the shadows creep.

Follow me,

In the days that be,

And misery shall reap.

You're holding on,

My pulse is gone,

The flower falls to the ground.

Can it be?

That now you see,

Dead lips can't make a sound.