Oft' upon the twilight's yawn
Of misty midnight's passing
Above the clouds of ghostly shrouds
Whose shadows want for casting
I lay awake at memory's gate
Yet hesitate surrender
As whispered wisps of promised bliss
Entice my heart to enter
And alas, again, I'm drawn within
But half against my wantings
Seduced in debt's unrecovered bets
Well worth their weight in hauntings
Where the candle's light yet burns as bright
As the fire it once ignited
And unenhanced the shadows dance
Unwelcomed, uninvited
