Robin Goodfellow
Dianae, my muse
Morpheus in my heart
Your sand in my veins
Its a deeper kind of slumber
What is universe anyway
But a pouch of silver coins
The intense breathing
Of a dying animal
A foreboding of afterlife
Master keys in oaken chest
The somewhere is mine
And from there Ill continue
All I asked for was a little love
Meet me on the other side
Where as a rose I will wake
Though blind Ill follow every step you take
Dianae, my muse
Dianae, my solitude
Cease to exist, rise to exist no more
Its a deeper kind of slumber