The lonely night envelopes me
In magic arms I cannot flee
While darkness keeps me company
My thoughts are at capacity !
The silence echoes in my room
Invading its pervasive gloom
That wears the dolour of a tomb
Be gone, thou wicked silent doom !
Though life is never always grim
There are those climes some wallow in
When all we are does fade and dim
Our prayer must be, do not give in !
Claire V. Bogdanos 