There is a bleak time of the night,
That time between the witching hour and dawn
When the ghosts of your past dance
And the specters of your future play a dirge.
That late night when the clock slowly
Ticks its way through the blackness
And the silence weighs on you,
A heavy, relentless rock that crushes the spirit.
This is the time when dark thoughts and dark dreams
Caper and march to a melody only they can hear;
When the misery of the day comes crawling up
To bid you hello and play its tune for you again.
When that long, slow time is upon you
And your heart weighs heavy in your chest,
Remember that somewhere I too sit in the night
And that I too know the demons of the dark.
Take a slow, deep breath and remember
That above all things I am your friend
And that I will sit by you and watch in the dark,
That I will be there when night comes calling.