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.