Sinister Innocent
by
Nathanael Smith

Far away, someone curses the night-time
In the towns and the cities that never sleep
Sometime someone forgot that
You must sleep before you can awaken
You must dream before you can live

How could a place like this be evil?
Misconstrued daughter of life
Death and it's sweet pall around it
Are beckoning - come with us
Am I to resist? Mere mortal verses forever.