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As I turn out the light, And the darkness enfolds me, My thoughts turn inwards, Shifting like the sea. Images of knights and ladies, Flash into being, With me always the hero, Of which the bards sing. Then my thoughts tumble away, And my new thoughts darken, I burrow under, trying to escape, But I am helpless, and to its being I hearken. A malign evil creature, It dwells in my sub-conscious, Planning, scheming, watching, waiting, Creating thoughts that are tempestuous. I try to hold steady, I bring my will power to bear, But I am fighting my self, And the one that can beat himself is rare. I buckle under, I give in, The darkness envelopes me, In it's soft folds, Locks me, and buries the key. I am gone now, All that remains, Is a shadow of who I once was, And a being created of my pains. |