On silent wings it flies
across the jeweled midnight skies,
cloaked in darkness.
Flitting past hill and dale,
always hidden by Night's veil,
it is circling.
Patiently, I lie, wait
for its embrace in this hour late,
so I may rest.
Anon, it alights near,
bringing comfort, quenching fear.
sleep has found me.
I hear her Siren song
and, knowing now it won't be long,
I surrender.