Benighted

It is dark Where the dragon roars Opening doors that silhouette the fear Pupils hung low in insufferable dreariness For sleeplessness overcomes my being Wrapped ever so tight in my blankets With the winds in my mind whistling, strange Only to watch the rearranged light of the moon Full in its glamour The moods it does prompt Unknown to myself Leaking from my wound The pain that does exude Prompted by you Wicked in lure Your thoughts so impure To have you beckon my restless wonder To hard to close my eyes And go under And suspend in a peaceful slumber When my heart lies so troubling And my vision is nearly doubling Close your doors And leave For I chose not to receive Your pardon