The crickets creek
The moon smiles
All is silent but for the snores of the city
Night terrors roam
The chills of the night have no mercy
Tired eyes search the shadows
Perhaps the demons have visited
Tis after all the devil's hour
Trembling fingers search the bed
But alas it's empty
The lover long departed
Bitter was the kiss of death
But she wasn't too kind to take them both
Silly mind to forget such matters
The heart too stubborn to understand
No arms of comfort shall be offered tonight
But the cold embrace of loneliness.