Saxon Crow

Black December

    T\'was on a night in black December
    Of this tale i do remember
    Sleeping in a fitful slumber
    While nightmares ruled unencumbered
    I woke so sudden i knew not why
    Until i heard a chilling cry
    So cold the call I lay frozen still 
    My living corpse i could not feel
    And then again i heard that sound 
    Of suffering, what dreadful moan
    With courage unknown possessed 
    Turned I my fearful statued head 
    To see where upon this noise had come 
    But of ghostly demons I saw none
    \"A dream\" thought I with blessed relief 
    Nothing more, nothing less
    But to my horror I felt upon
    My bed did something silent crawl
    It stole my voice, my will to act
    And closer moved to where i was at
    \"Who are you?\" i screamed in whispers
    Praying my question left unanswered
    My heart was clear within my throat 
    Beating loudly at its approach 
    A hiss issued from this unseen thing
    I felt its breath upon my skin 
    Closer still it moved to me
    While terror would not set me free
    A lonely tear escaped my eye
    For surely i knew that i would die
    Upon this bed in black December 
    Dead i\'d be, my head dismembered
    Then with surety of my fate now known
    My fearful chains did seem all broke
    Too late alas before i moved
    I felt a hand upon my throat 
    Squeezing tight this grip of death 
    This unnatural thing did steal my breath 
    And all i knew before i died
    Was that i would never know the why 
    Darkness was all that i could see
    And all that there would ever be
    And as i fell to my coffin bed
    I awoke to find I\'d bumped my head 
    And so it seems i was here before
    \"Is this real?\" i dared to hope 
    Around my neck there was no sign 
    Of fettered hand to end my time
    And so i could finally rise
    To know that i was now alive
    But impetuous i had always been
    Because upon the floor i did see
    A man who I had known so well
    With blood pooling like a wishing well
    And so ends this tale I do remember
    Of how i died in black December