Sleep is a peculiar thing, it may bring images of joy or nightmares of fright
Some nights I want to cry, others I just want to sleep and only awake to the lustrous sight of your beautiful face ready to wake me from my deep slumber with loves passionate delight and return me to mornings first light.
Each day is a new beginning, each night and endless prayer, a vicious cycle that I am damned to repeat until winters solstice is complete and the fateful winds bring my heart back to me
Dreary I will sleep, refreshed I will awake, and go about each hour in a cunning way
To some I will smile
To others I will weep
To my Maker I beg that he be with you in flight and send his angels to comfort you at night
Your Knight I will forever be, watch as I ride upon my true and loyal steed into your dreams at night and sweep you, my princess, away into loves ever basking light
And end the cruel torture I endure at night
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