Our lord, stationed on the precipice of
wake
See, he will embrace us, all his faithful
acolytes
The overseer of our dreams, master, ruler, lord
Hypnos
Slumber, permit us its black embrace, O
Liege
When last did we meet? How many aeons?
NINETY-NINE (approx.)
Envelop me once more, so I may sink
Drown
In the depths of your almighty domain
Dory
I whisper your name, feverish, at dawn
“O Hypnos, Lord of Sleep! Cease your cruelty!”
(permit me my theatrics, as I genuflect through the folds of my Hypno-Lutheran blanket-cloak(?))
“Deliver me!”