The world

Lover please speak softly
for I come to you tonight
weary of the world,
and too tired to fight.

For the world has laid her mantle
about my shoulders like a cloak
and, dared me to stand proudly
beneath her queenly robes...

and I feel as though I'm hovering
at the edge of some great cliff
perhaps the mouth of hades
and shadows there are dancing promising me
peace If only I would jump into the darkness deep

Lover please speak softly
for tonight I'm but a broken thing
and shadows in my heart are dancing
and I am soo afraid