Confrontation With Evil - Part Iii - Bin of Bone

Part III Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme scheme Bin Of Bone The fear that clears your dreary dreams, Will float around your moat of schemes And leave you neat but not alone In terror of your bedside phone. So now confused, bemused and used This need in dreams leaves you abused But bright the light of second sight Where truth did glean unto the night. Now lost inside you cannot hide Forsaking all your waking pride; Incursion of a cure now made Will take and make you unafraid. Fear hovers over cloven sorrow Soon to reach and leach out marrow From deep within the bin of bone, The fear will reach but not atone.