Core of Stillness
In the stillness of the predawn night,
strange thoughts and desires steal all light.
Alone silent figures slide hidden,
coming to my side unbidden.
They whisper to my fears and loneliness
stirring primal urges within my breasts.
Desires forbidden the bid my embrace,
and of sinful temptation they bid me partake.
I can not allow my heart to succumb
for if I do my life will be undone.
For I can then see that at my core,
frail and weak I am nothing more.