White Dove

asleep in the night
a tap at my broken door
feet crossing the floor

my head turns slowly
my sleeping eyes awaken
to the light tapping

a blackened shadow
crosses my old wooden floor
a board creaks aloud

my heart skips a beat
my eyes open wide with fright
not knowing who walks

my blurry sight sees
the dark shadowy figure
reaching out for me

my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
save me save me now

who is it that walks
the black shadow replies
the darkest of doors

my quivering voice
shrieks in the dark night once more
save me save me now

all the while I hear
tapping at my broken door
what is that tapping

my quivering voice
shrieks in the darkness of night
come in come in now

the light tapping stops
my old broken door opens
while squeaking loudly

from the broken door
the moonlight's soft yellow glow
shines upon my face

in flies a white dove
warding off the black shadow
the darkest of doors

the black shadow flees
muttering I will return
your door is broken

the white dove returns
landing on the rocking chair
next to my bedside

trembling I ask
who was tapping at my door
the white dove replies

I was the one there
tapping at your broken door
do not be afraid

with a shaky voice
I ask the dove who are you
I've never seen you

the white dove replies
I'm the peace of the firm door
fear not the shadow

my fearful reply
I live with a broken door
I have not the peace

how can I not fear
the black shadowy figure
the darkest of doors

the white dove replies
face toward your broken door
and wait for tapping

with a shaky voice
whom shall be tapping I ask
the white dove replies

I will be the one
tapping at your broken door
you shall have the peace

uncertain I ask
can I know for sure it's you
the white dove replies

was I not the one
tapping at your broken door
please lay still in peace