The Robe
In a Dream I had last night
I saw your face so clear.
At last it seems you had come for me
our time was drawing near.
The robe you wore was drenched in blood
your lips were crimson red.
In one hand you held your knife
in the other had you held my head.
Face to face with death
I stood once again,
Your piercing eyes cut through my soul
as your firey breath burns my skin.
I know that...