Cygnus

The demon in my nightmares has returned

And I am at a loss to bid him leave.

For though I have thrice his advances spurned

Thrice more I have been given cause to grieve.

My rent heart renders moist temerity

As I am bound to him as shirt to sleeve:

But break my bonds with sweet sincerity-

For I would be yours would you would be kind.

Accost him with storm-sea severity

Beat back all doubt and darkness from my mind

And rewrite my life with more gleeful tales

So we can live a future truth-divined;

For only you can triumph where trust fails

And even demons flee when love prevails.