Will you keep vigil, steady sentry
Guard me from wandering
Check my somnambulism?

Immobile, she will steal me
Twitching and shuddering
To Lethe, quiet, petrifying

Promise me, convince me
That you know Nyx is no
Poet-guide, no companion

Already your eyes see the far places
We will pace away this devil’s hour
Together, wary, weary

Hold fast and do not
Go to that river
Dreamer of dreams

The dark is eating our lamp
Hold my hand, sentinel
But if yours weren’t paraffin