I heard a gentle tapping upon the night;
stirred up with a humble fright,
but a Darkness falls upon my sight.
this kindled lamp is my only light.
Which flickers out till all is dark,
which left upon me a kindled mark.
Which left me alone, in chamber murk;
alone in a chamber cirque.
Not candlelight to guide me;
not a light to see.
I try that I must, but I cannot flee.
I try that I must to break free.
Out of my mouth, sprung a whimper;
a plead with a simper,
as dark becomes a blur.
Darkness as if it were,
beseeched upon the nightfall.
No, beseeched upon enthrall.
By the Night of Ethereal,
by the Night of Sprawl.