I arose from the echoless deep,
The remnants of my broken sleep,
With rattling winds invading mind
As I left my dreams behind.
In that darkened morning still
I wondered at what was real,
As I blinked at the world I spurned
And once again had sad returned.
The ghostly hand had gripped my soul,
Beaming bright in dark as coal,
And reeled me up from the black
Giving me my body back.
I felt ashamed that I might exist
In this world so full of mist
And where reasons that were still unknown
Could slaughter, cut me, shatter bone.
My conscious faded once or twice
As I awoke to the world of ice,
But yet I teetered on the edge of sleep,
Sinking back into the deep.