Robin goodfellow
Dianae, my muse
Morpheus in my heart
Your sand in my veins

It's a deeper kind of slumber

What is universe anyway
But a pouch of silver coins
The intense breathing
Of a dying animal
foreboding of afterlife
Master keys in oaken chest
The somewhere is mine
And from there I'll continue
All I asked for was a little love

Meet me on the other side
Where as a rose I will wake
Though blind I'll follow
Every step you take

Dianae, my muse
Dianae, my solitude

Cease to exist, rise to exist no more

It's a deeper kind of slumber