In the middle of an awful ...I took fright at the terrible sight ...As I pulled the covers over my head...A minute dragged by as I opened my eyes...To find her at the end of my bed ...And I felt sick at the very idea ...Pink sunrise in the wintry skies ...All warm on the wings of a dove ... sinks and lands on the back of my hand ...And sings with the voice of love... ...As I am one of the same ...Fed so well on the best of your dreams...And the beauty found within...But those black beasts that you see in the east ...Are scratching on the orchard floor ...t, sweet fruits and the writhing worms ...hat you keep behind the straining door ...Go to the cellar! ...I see the beasts and they're eating ...Help the sweetness heal the sour ...Free the ravens from the tower