Midnight Militia

I had a dream last night
I was in a field at dusk
The stars hung above my head like convicted felons
Already dead
Time stood still for me under the midnight militia
If I closed my eyes, I might've almost felt human
I was caught up in the pageantry of the night
Dreaming of resurrection, dreaming of you
Of angels and devils, of your voice from afar
Speaking, "Wake up, wake up, return to me
My American Noir"