Sleepless Night

Twelve at midnight, I watch the clock tick by
As my doom of peace awaits me
One in the morning, candles portray lightened heaven
And a moth meets its peril in a fit of spleen
Two in the morning, all is quiet
I smile at the imminent danger
Three in the morning
Reviving darkness, kiss me please
Undress those tedious disguises.
It is not needed here
Four in the morning, go home Lucifer
And I shall wither roses upon your path
Five at dawn
May I inquire your name?
What is your murky past?
Six of the last hour, a sanguinary field
I murmur a tacit prayer
When Angels embrace me.

- Morwan