Just wait until midnight,

then go back in time,

enter the aisles of memory

just to find your way 

through the garden at night.

Do not fear the darkness;

it is just a perfect blindfold.

Do not fight the thorny shrubs;

they will keep you bound.

Thus, bound and blindfolded,

you shall wait in the dark.

I will join you in the second

you despair of finding me.

I will then be one with you,

blend into your unspoken fears,

welcome you into my secrets

hidden behind my silvery mask.