CAMELOT FANTASIES

SILENT OV THE NIGHT

I lay here late at night, Listening to the sounds that echo thru.
How the silence ov the night, speaks ov things you never knew.
The sirens sing their song, as the whimsical play along.
Hidden inside the shadows, are the fears ov my mind.
Dark as the gallows, hearing is to be unkind.
Echos are hallow, in places that are benign.
How dark the sound, coming from the hellhound.
Hearing ov the voices, round and round.
Blasphemy is in hells' crown.
Whispering up, from the ground.