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I lay awake so oft I wonder 

Think about that witch I fear

Staring into the dark I see

I do not fear that witch I

Think I must

Rigor Mortis will claim

Me when he will 

The Lone Hunter come

To claim my body or

My gold

I fear not that witch bumps

In gods night 

This fear I say to myself

Is not of Stoker or

Of the finest writers.

I fear no creation of man

To explain there were he 

Lives

I fear that witch is mine

I fear that witch is in me

My memories are my fear

One of lovers lost 

Then of time when I was

Well………..pity.

I look deep into my soul

Into my heart and my mind

I find fears of all sorts

I see myself in a forgotten

Memory staring at the closet

Door, if, when open I will

Know haunting of fabled 

Myth

When life did tell I would 

Live lone and. Sadness 

When my first love

Left me with nothing

Then again with the other

Punished for grieving

Long or. Short 

When in life I lost my 

Reason 

I fear my self and that

Within