Every night I feel it behind meEvery night I sense its presenceEvery night it's haunting meAs ominious as my dyed counscienceEvery night it turns every dreamInto a frowsty nightmareEvery night I want to turnAnd finally face this shadowIn a frowsty chillA mist of fearThe one I do not wish to knowResides my every dreamThe Shadow, my unseenBeholding captorEvery night I feel it behind meEvery night I want to face its natureBut never this do I dareFor saw I it, surely die would ILast night, in my dream I turnedTo face the faceless perilHow morbid my dreads then seemedAs I saw my own distorted faceIn a moisty chillA dreadlike mistThe one I restist to knowEnshrouds my every dreamThe Shadow, my hiddenSecond I

 

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