There is a figure
In my room,
Sometimes small
Sometimes Zoom.
Standing there
In the darkness,
Alluring me through
It’s spark ness.
Is it offering me
The sweetest sleep
Ending with
Certain death in deep.
Or is it a loving soul,
Guarding me
Against any play foul.
My subconscious mind
Anxious to know
Would I be able
To see the dawn,
Or my poor soul
Is going
To be withdrawn.