By David Putney
As Night and I are fiercesome,
facing eye to eye and locked
in mortal pirouette,
As lunatic the Darkness races,
I crave the Slumber to forget.
As lullabyes knell their pale torment
And I insomnious flee the keep
Of Sanity’s avernal bridle
And beg the Ferryman take me over
And let me trade this breath
for Sleep.