Night

she walks at night because she can

she will whisper in your dreams

people tell her to find a good man

she says they're selfish fiends

when she sighs it brings relief 

her aching soul and biting teeth

people wish for her relief

she doesn't believe they're quite so deep

dire needs are held undone

people seeth of her wake

what she has become

she thinks no more than of what they take

there was so easily once good

she was not this little devil

what has come to be misunderstood

come subject to those who meddle

run little river she would scream

come our sister they would weep

become what we deem

and at night you will sleep