robin goodfellow
dianae, my muse
morpheus in my heart

your sand in my veins
it's 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 i'll continue
all i asked for was a little love
meet me on the other side

where as a rose i will wake
though blind i'll follow every step you take
dianae, my muse

dianae, my solitude
cease to exist, rise to exist no more
it's a deeper kind of slumber