The Witching Hour

I woke again at 2am, it seems to be my witching hour. The time at which the veil lifts and things are revealed. Not every night, but enough to be notable I wake and remember my dreams. Or just for a moment as my eyes open I see what is not meant to be seen. The dark figures standing in the corner, the demons and angels writhing on my ceiling. I try to convince my self that this wasn't real, if I don't believe in heaven or hell why am I visited by angels and demons?

The muse visits at this time as well, you either catch her, holding fast and let her carry you to inspiration or she slips through your fingers, passing back through the veil to caress another, hounding them with her influence. Her need is incessant and you must pay attention for she is a slippery creature, vein and full of pretensions full of gifts but easy to upset. She visited last night, but didn't stay long enough for me to take hold of her.  I only got so far as this...