Drakenborg

Such a beautiful moon The dewdrops of starlight benign Mounting waves crashing below The rocks at the bottom, so fine Lest this temptation encircle me For the night, be so ever still A wind of beckon to call me Send my shoulder opposing a chill Half of me lingers above it The other half, too frightened to risk As though awaiting to be scolded A child caught - Tisk, tisk, tisk Still clinging to that of fear Wishing to be released Protected as a fallen A fallen from grace in the least Thus my wings shall spread out wide My chains shall release their grasp I shall pull out of existence O death, embrace me at last