Oh there she is
Slinking in the sultry night
Not because she’s dark
She’s no spy
Traitors seek her low
While she eclipses the strange
Let go
But
Let God
Lead you lost
Because no matter how
Far you stray
You stay
On the path
So when she comes for you
Don’t be surprised
Let her devour your dreams
Let her punctuate your nightmares
You’ve got a thousand nights to go
You’ll never know
What she needs
Because she always sees
What hides in your corner
Love in Tempered Glass
Clay The Scribe 