Dark Soul Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

I'll be there for you at evening
When the westering sun can wester no more
Or in the depths of darkest night
When the owl hoots in the wood
Or when the red sun is rising
But before it is above the hills
Yet I won't be there when it has risen
Or in the middle of the day
Nor in the warmth of afternoon
Lest the sun steal my life away
You can trust me with your body
You can trust me with your soul
But don't trust me with your sanity
Unless you're willing to ride with me
To and from gates of Hell