beyond midnight

the wind blows the leaves in circlets around you
and the moonlight ravages the lies
and the peace I found inside the dark
looks into my eyes and tries

for there in the deepest darkest night
just before the slumbering dawn
like a beast in skilled and ancient hands
my protective wool is shorn

and all the chills I have ignored
and all the frightening wind
grip my pale and trembling flesh
as I lie with you, my friend

for the calls I hear upon my heart
are dragging me from here
all the wind filling my sails
prove my skies are clear

but the swirling throb inside of me
and the hammering of night
point me to a darkened tomb
and do not make it right

under a moon of brightest white
I lie upon the earth
and in my black and twisted heart
your words still give me worth