If it not spectres of the dark that pull me from my sleep,
If it not the souls of days gone past.
If it not the storms that play ferociously at my door,
then perhaps it be Lillith knocking at my door.
Karen Hayward ©2016.
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If it not spectres of the dark that pull me from my sleep,
If it not the souls of days gone past.
If it not the storms that play ferociously at my door,
then perhaps it be Lillith knocking at my door.
Karen Hayward ©2016.