In the Night

In the night they're taking flight

down to the depths of your soul

they tarry and harry and leave you no peace

you wonder if you'll ever be whole

Envy is a wicked little sprite as it eats away your heart

Propriety tries to avert this as sadness refuses to take part

Righteousness tends to put a blinder on things

hes stubborn, and obstinate, as he beats his heavy wings

Pity tends to leave a dirty cast to her work

While Charity with her golden shine dimineshes the murk

Joy is dainty with little hands and feet

if you're quiet you may hear the beat

of your heart containing them and oh so many more

little emotions that have the notion to drive you forth

insane with their little voices all a chatter

in the midst of the night as you try to sleep

they will climb and clatter