♬ Lady of the Key

[whip_poor_will]

Lady of the Key

She guards the gate, she holds the key,

She glistens like a light.

When the day is done and I’m alone,

Phantoms come for me at night.

She’s at the gate, she keeps my key,

I hear her footsteps then—

They’re light and quiet like winter air,

She’s locked outside and won’t come in.

She floats so high, the shadows shift,

Whispers by the windowpane.

I see her eyes like sun-reflection,

The needle meets my vein.

She is so close, her dark wings flex,

Though she’s heard by me alone—

While the nurse deems me asleep,

Ignorant to what I have known.

Midnight comes, the hallways sigh,

The ward is silent but I’m awake.

Her company brings me to shiver,

Knowing she’s come for me to take.

The air is thin, made of frost,

Tonight she’s knocking at my door.

Soon she’ll come to tear it down,

And I know what’s in store.

The walls are thin, I hear her voice,

It’s soft and like a winter’s breath.

Though no one else can hear her speak,

I no longer feel alone in death.

The floorboards creak, her steps are soft,

She moves without a sound—

And it matters not how much I try,

No comfort in my faith I’ve found.

She guards the gate, she holds the key,

Now she’s opening my door.

Shadow eyes fill the gap,

The dread night to claim once more.

She does not walk, she only drifts,

Hovering to the foot of my lonely bed—

And as her phantom wings take over me,

My open wound is bled.

She is the lady of the key,

A guardian at the Gate.

And with a final kiss farewell,

I fell unto my fate.

She guards the gate, she holds the scythe,

Tonight you’ll watch me die,

But Death is kind in a peculiar way,

For this is not goodbye.