Faye Sizemore

GOOD NIGHT

‘Tis now the witching hour
I must seek rest
In some secret bower
And linger this night
Until dawns coming light
And if I am worthy
I shall appear
Tomorrow in your sight
If tonight my hours
Should come to an end
Of me just say
‘I did call her friend’
And if I am here
And you are not
I shall give you
That most sacred spot