By: Alison Guillot

I feel the shadows creeping
To still this pulsing night
I feel the sorrowed weeping
As the Morrigun^ takes flight

I feel the fevered pacing
Of the creature in its cage
I feel its heart beat racing
With a burning white-hot rage

I feel the hastened breathing
As the reaper closes in
I feel the daemons seething
And his malicious evil grin

I feel the victims bleeding
The blood a dark thick red
I feel the lies misleading
As the innocent lie dead

I feel the calm unnerving
In the stillness of the grave
I feel an evil stirring
A soul that can't be saved

I feel my body quaking
As my eyes fly open wide
I feel the sobs that leave me shaking
As you awaken by my side

I feel your arms around me
Safe with in your arms I moan
I feel your prescience soothing
I'm thankful to be home

----------------------- ^1- Morrigun- a huge black bird of medieval origin. Believed to be a bird of ill omen (bringing death pain etc.)