O’ My Heart

O' my heart
It feels quite weak
In these many hours of troubled sleep.
I "mare" in my "slumber"
Of being chased
By a dark and ominous shadow
Shrouded in wormy lace.
It has followed me to all my beds
It has been forever a common thread.
O', my precious Spirit Guides, my comforters
Save me now
I need you near
My loving Dears
To hold me close
And chase off this ghost
When I need such rest
It is my greatest test
But I thank you Universe 
As it hovers over me in the night
For you Always cover me, always, in your everlasting Light.

By Erika L. Ganier