Sleep with my thoughts,
And sleep with my dreams…
Not yet awake, and not yet asleep,
For punish of midnights dream to me seems…

Can not be ready to see them each night
Dark figures of ail invade with no right…
And flowers feel iron, and angels now scream,
For something is killing, without being seen….

My children are dancing…so happy and free…
Un’ware of the horror they’ll unwillingly see…
One now is tired, on hollow log sits,
And looks at the candle that happiness lits…

And looks in the distance and frightened he is….
For he saw Death come out the abyss….
And tells to the others, but all think he lies…
‘Till seen for themselves how Death life defies…

Candle burnt out, lit sky is by flames,
Reflected in puddles of hope wearing names…
Nothing stood up this onrush I see,
And worms crawl to nests…that once danced with glee…