Whispers in the darkness
Shadows lying deep
Shifting uncomfortably
Ending tortured sleep
Sheened in sweat now
Grasping for the light
Coalescing from the shade
Jackal headed lord of night
The lamplight falters, no sallying forth.
To chase away the gloom
My voice a crackling husk
Echoing eerily in the room
What do you want with me?
You dog-head God of old.
Take your scales, begone with you
My tongue began to scold
Impassive he moved closer
Reaching out a hand
Somehow I knew a single touch
Would draw me from this land
I scrabbled for a weapon
Anything to use in my attack
It was then I saw my body
Lying dead upon its back
I knew his purpose true then
Not so dark this god of night
I reach a hand to take his
and let him guide me past the light