Rain Morning Serenade by Scarecrow Jack
Learn to Howl, Chorus IV
Sleep is a sacred place
Forbidden
to me
For my dreams are heretic things
Terrors behind a poet’s
face
But ever the honey-voice sings
Its songs to me
Sleepless dreamer, weeps
For rest, for quiet, for peace
I close
my eyes, cannot help but see
The Devil, and where he keeps
Sinners like me, who turn away
From all that has been lost
Who
mourn the stopping of the rain
But ignore the world at play
Self-inflicted
wounds, phantom pain
In the severed pride
Of friends
found false
I offer no balm, no compromise
I bought the ticket,
took the ride
I danced this broken waltz
On bleeding
feet
To discordant song
No more! No step in haste!
To live
for one’s own is sweet
To treasure is not to waste
A
dream or dreams
Upon dusty floors
Or in the ears of foes
Smiling
faces, not what they seem
But rats and serpents and whores
Who lust for coin, who need for need
Try to pull the puppet strings
Startled, find themselves in gallows
Knots, punished for their greed
Drowning in the shallows
Of forgetting’s waters
Where
I walked to drink
To bathe away my tears
Returned me to my wife
and daughters
With no more need to think
Of what evils
dwell ahead
All masks have fallen
All blades are bared
No
time for fear, for dread
For, at last, have I dared
To
tread in the temple of sleep
To gently close the door
Snuffing
the candle called yesterday
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And
think of hate no more
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