Oh, I feel as though
there is no way I can sleep tonight,
I hear the marching soldiers on my doorstep
hungry for power, hungry to hear that I am long gone
Ever so slowly, I look out the window to see the ebony night
staring back at me. Is there someone out there,
ready to shoot me?
I see the moon, luminous, white as chalk
with a facial expression I feel I can read
is she telling me to get ready for my short day ahead?