Nocturno Sancto #1

Rest ye now, weary soul.
Let the trials and tragedies of life
Fade beneath the murky veil of night.
Let the mundane worries of daily being
Be forgotten for a while
And let your mind drift down misty corridors
Where one may run from pain and death,
And monsters are but phantoms to be ultimately vanquished.

George Chadderdon © 1991