cold embrace of evening breeze
creeps over the bending trees
scratching the moon - consuming its light
to grant me a curse of sleepless night

the faces in my dreams
blow whispers through my ears
haunted by their screams
these voices i would hear
disturbing murmurs
that breathes within my sleep
crossing borders
as they call out from the deep...

enter the witching hour
unsaved by prayers, they walk this world unseen