Night Creatures

Upon a cloud I lay my weary head,
Awaiting the visits of ghosts gone by.
They wail their songs of silent joyless dread.
I heed them not for static do I lie.
Shadows stomp their feet upon my wall
Frozen still, the dead do begin to wake
They wish upon the angel’s graceless fall
The house is filled with the noise that they make.
Devils devour my divine dreary dreams.
They chase away the sands of peaceful sleep.
Warning things are never what they seem.
I sold my soul for them to safely keep.
The sun rises, the night then ends
But now I’ve lost my only friends.

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