I saw him again
by my side as I wake
in the middle of the night.

A thin naked man
Contorted limbs fit more
for a dog than a man.

His burning scolding breath
on my neck and
he screams at me

I am The Rake
I am The Rake
I am The Rake

Large head, round black
Eyes pierce through me
He peels back my covers

And beckons to me
His hands twist in strange ways
As though not bound by tendon

And he screams

I am The Rake
I am The Rake
I am The Rake

It is still dark as I follow him into the woods
I know what he wants - just for me to wake

He is The Rake.

And he wants my bones.

Dark, grey, stormy nights,
with little light.

A cool, soft, whispering breeze,
with something to read.

You, here, lifting my spirits higher,
next to a warm fire.

A nice, warm, cup of tea,
with you next to me.

And I feel,
so alive,
with you,
by my side,
on this,
stormy night,
on this,
dark stormy night.

You walk around,
without making,
a single sound.

You pick me up,
and walk me to,
my bedroom.

You tuck me,
into bed,
and kiss me on the forehead.

I'm the luckiest man alive,
to have you by my side.