Within the temple of my heart

When silent night has cloaked the world

A creature stirs and comes to wake

To whisper secrets in the dark

He grasps my hands and holds them tight

He will not let me look away

While dreams in others now take flight

His laughter causes thoughts to stray

Upon the walls behind my eyes

Where burning shadow must remain

He sings and laughs and mocks me so

These crooked songs smeared on my arm 

His impish ways of course my own

Go to sleep untiring fool!

And dream of things that must not be

But not for me this weary night

These words my bed and company

                              

                             - Chris Getz