Draconian

A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light
I found myself in thoughts of dying,
Shivering in bitter dismay
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break
Away, please turn away.
In my dreams you haunt me still.
Come, please come my way.
In my life I need you still.
The morrow-winds shall blow no more
So many pale moons ago;
A flower of death did grow
A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light
You find yourself in thoughts of dying,
shivering in bitter dismay,
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break
Away, please turn away.