No one heard me in the night
no one heard the tears or knew my fright

The dancing ghosts about my bed
the confusion in my head

It can not be, no it is not
I am wrong or so I thought.

How am I, dearest Lord to stand
with only silence as a friend?

In the dark of night
I felt evil
the taste of subterfuge

In my home I was not safe
nothing is as it seems

hot tears full of fright
shadows dancing in the night
hopeless tears through lids held tight
nothing to do without sight

I held onto you
beauty
I found
in literature and art

I held onto you
My fabled knight
My beautiful hero
In my sight.

You did not know of my esteem
but you were my very best dream.