Midnight

(Since the time when Ra and Isis
Raised the sphinx out of the sand
And Apollo dreamed Athena
And men began to understand

That when darkness folds on darkness
In the restless tides of night
And lightning raises shadows
And for moments, gives them life

It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is now running out of time

And that somewhere in that darkness
In the heart of that great storm
The world returns a soul
That the gods caused to be born

And this was such a storm
The kind one rarely sees in life
For in a room now filled with shadows
The Great Beethoven was spending
His last night

Now gathered around him there
Were the ghosts from out his past
For in the play unfolding there, this night
They, would be the cast

And there among these shadows
Was the beautiful Spirit of Fate
Who had arrived with her dwarf son, Twist
And with the other ghosts did watch and wait)

(GHOST STORYTELLER)

And in the dark he sits alone
To watch his final hours bleeding
While unconcerned upon the wall
The clock it ticks away the time

No need for words, for in the dark
All words have long since lost their meaning
Still when they whisper in his ear
He tries to read between the lines

What I see in the night
What I feel in your heart
All your dreams all your lies
Can you tell them apart

See the hands on the clock
Are you watching them turn
For your candle’s quite low
We've been watching it burn

Do you lie here awake
As the shadows look on
Should they cry for your sake
Should you sleep in their arms

For the shadows see all
And they rarely forget
Every dream that you've had
Every act you regret