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3 poems about sleep/night.
« on: January 14, 2014, 06:57:53 pm »

Well, I was told I should post one of these somewhere, so I may as well post all three.

The sword is drawn and drips with blood,
A creeping beast grapples you,
The hills collapse, the world blinks out,
And then a sight runs you through.

The sun in brilliance shines on high,
Above a meadow in the hills,
And lakes with sweeping vistas shine,
And water wanders as it wills.

These are the sights plaguing you,
Blessing you with brilliance.
They scare, reveal and hide the truth,
Then turn to smoke incense.

Traitors! Hated spawn of death.
Revealed only in sleeps embrace.
Angels! Wings of ivory,
Kissing your lips farewell.

Forsake not sleep. It changes its tune.
The song it sings differs for you.
But in it lies, with angels’ cries,
A different worldly view.
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The sun must set ere night can come,
The moon must sink ere day’s begun.
And in the vales and dales of man,
Of sun and moon the songs are sung.

The moon is told in tales of woe,
Betrayed by brother sun; her foe.
The sun is sung in songs like fire,
Which flicker; spools of golden wire.

Like us their paths diverge and join
In meetings brief upon the road;
Our roads are brick, theirs are light,
And yet we meet, and fleeting split.

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When dreams like treacle haunt you mind,
When night becomes so far from kind,
As shadows haunt your sleeping hours
And claws await in midnight towers.

The clock will chime your last breath,
The world will tremble with the shock,
As into night your mind descends,
Your dreams a key, your sleep a lock.

The monsters prowl the outer world,
A land of false reality,
A place where all falls to doom,
While you lie sleeping easily.

Forsake your shade, you wretched one!
Your dreams are webs deceitfully made.
Do what you can, brush them away!
Remember what was said;

The clock will chime your last breath,
The world will tremble with the shock,
As into night your mind descends,
Your dreams a key, your sleep a lock.
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