Awoken; the rain shattering the window,
Spoken; the wind howls through cracks and panes,
Shaken; the night's air slips past the seal and lingers,
Taken; the moon spills over the sky light and hypnotises my sight.

I awake from dreams of bitter content,
I catch your scent against my skin,
I loose all sense startled by lament
I turn to my side and hear wind cry.

Faint echoes across the land of vices
from the darklands,
Rapping and tapping,
Trying to break-in,
calling for the chief sin.

Fastened I'll fail it to give show,
to cloud the images of our time in glow,
Dreams weave whilst eyes flutter,
When I wake your name I utter.