Story At Three
Again and again they blend into one,My father, the morning pushes through moonlight loveSo what's sleep? SleepI'm tired, so tired,But it seems that there's someone here with meWe are the wakeful, wry, watchfulWe're awaitingDeathless onesA story at three with the shrillest of criesMy mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyesI hear the morning choir sing to me their elegySo beautifulThey sing to me their elegyRequiem