When the watching moon is full and bright,
With velvet clouds covering the sky
And somber dreams filling the night,
My thoughts do turn to thee as I cry;
O! trapped in a cage of thine own design,
Swelling shadows stalking thee as thou sits
And nothing but tears to cover those lies,
The tears, and the blood from your wrists;
Forsaken, a sorrowful soul’s weeping,
Softly praying and slowly dying,
Wanting to leave this hellish keeping!
And Hell could contrive no torture worse,
Set to torment and plague her all the more
Lies a silver key on the cold bare floor
But a finger’s jump too far from the cage’s curse

Pray one day I shall come pick up that key,
Open your cage, and finally set thee free

January 24, 2003

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