The coffee is in my closet
and the wolf is at my door.
I drown the witch at midnight
and spin across the floor.
There's a splitting in my head
where day and night converge.
Should the dark defeat the light
I must submit to the scourge.
But I think that I will see this out
and see my thoughts for what they are.
The fumbling fingered branches are behind me
and the daylight is not too far.