If I may murmur fom the heart,
I will try to set madness apart
from spiritual unseen things
that come at night on psychic wings.

A bird of prey, insanity.
She cleaves the very soul of me,
renders me unfit to say
the words that will send her away.

Yet at last chance for the kill,
faith from the stars strenghtens my will.
I make quick retreat from those claws;
I live by higher guiding laws.

If by chance I am caught in her talons,
I will unite and reemerge with the fallen.