Robin goodfellow
   Dianae, my muse
   Morpheus in my heart
   Your sand in my veins
   It's a deeper kind of slumber
   What is universe anyway
   But a pouch of silver coins
   The intense breathing
   Of a dying animal
   A foreboding of afterlife
   Master keys in oaken chest
   The somewhere is mine
   And from there I'll continue
   All I asked for was a little love
   Meet me on the other side
   Where as a rose I will wake
   Though blind I'll follow every step you take
   Dianae, my muse
   Dianae, my solitude
   Cease to exist, rise to exist no more
   It's a deeper kind of slumber