I, Barnabas
Midnight A hush fall through
the melancholic halls of Collinwood.
A solemn moon casts Dark Shadows
over the placid stillness
of the Old Mansion
I, Barnabas lie in deep sleep
on my bed of purple velvet.
Asleep but awake to your thought,
your feelings, your desires.
Alone and cradled by the presence
of your mind.
I hear your call
I feel your yearning
I know that you want me
I know that you need me
Your pressing weight of long
lost time lies heavily upon me.
The deepening gloom that covers me,
binds me in my subtle curve.
I hear you call
I feel your yearning
I must go to you
I struggle to free the invisible
chains that bind me.
I search in the embalmed
darkness where nebulous lights that would lead me to you.
I hear your call
I feel your yearning
I am with you.
Robert Cobert & Charles Green
Narration by Jonathan Frid