Some mysterious phantom's sudden hand
Between the folds of night and sleep
Shakes me till I wake, and in the night's
Abandonment, I sense no form or gesture.
But some old terror still unburied in
The heart I bear, as if from a throne
Descends and takes over as my lord
And owner, without taunt or prod or order.
And I feel my life suddenly caught up
By a rope of the Unconscious
Held by whatever nighttime hand is leading me.
I feel I am nothing but a shadow
Of some form invisible that terrifies me,
And like the cold dark I exist in nothingness.
Waiting to meet someone how can heal my soul.
Or have I meet the one? I think so...
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