Letter Lord

There are certain times of night
When the floorboards creaks
When you're fast asleep
And you feel so calm and relaxed

And then Midnight strikes
You're feeling alright
But then you wake up on the floor
Just as he opens the door

Light floods in
Your mind floods out
Then suddenly without a doubt
You start to slip away

The Letter Lord comes creeping in
Smiling down at your face
You decide that he's not that bad
Until he takes his true place

Your mind turns to a blur
As the right words are conceived
Outside the window, the Moon lurks
Wondering what to read

As ecstasy fills your head
You're wishing it won't pass
Pounding on the keyboard
Scribbling down all these thoughts

Wishing you had more time
As these thoughts seem to get lost
A few more minutes, a few years time
Really, you wouldn't mind

But He seems to disagree
"Sorry, dear
I wish I could stay here
But there's places I have to be."

And with that, the Letter Lord turns without a last glance
Scurrying out of your bedchamber before you even had a chance.