Monday, 18 March 2013


The Mara of the Night is sitting on my chest,
Talking to my ear; not letting me to rest,
But I whisper to him back,
A mellowing attack,
Don't leave me alone; whisper to me more,
I understand your musings, though you leave men poor,
I know you are a demon,
And I know that you are strong,
That's why you whisper to my ear,
Because that you are bored,
My mind is falling loose apart,
But my nightmares hold it close,
I know that only I can save,
The life that I once had,
So I tell you Mara of the Night,
You are great; not all that bad.