A nightwatchman comes
dragging his demons
to make me dance and fence in darkness
unsheathed swords to sport and evil
using power taken from me to pierce my trust and sear my sorrow
into the evermore the dueling continues
dragging me beyond to a madness of mourning
my hope departs and I, leave to dream
en pointe I tiptoe in the midnight garden
cutting thorns from silver roses
to stem the blood that flows from fear
I pray and whisper but nobody hears me
for I am guarded
in the safety of my home he comes
a nightwatchman