Eyes closing as I write
sleep, it is I strive to fight
Battling to keep the nights’ watch
yet embraced by the silent hush
Betrayed by yawns,
now Hypnos’ pawn
A tired head tilts
and slowly I drift,
Silken slumber bids me fall
the silence of the night, its seductive call
The fight to stay awake, in vain
as heavy eyes at last betray
Festival King 