Premonition

You called and I heard
I fled from my plight
Those deafening words
I ran to the night

Moved my emotion
And I trembled so
Bereaved of my freedom
To do as was told

Thief of my dreams
How nigh is your time?
The night is your throne
The daylight is mine

The chalice was raised
With earnst did we drink
Then numbered our days
Were brought to the brink

Shelter from black
You coddled me well
Men of the cloth
Shew me through hell