I.
Was the embers of the fireplace at eleven fifty four: a time, a measure, a number?,
and you couldn't fall into sleeps gripping reach as you got undressed
The cold contents of the wooded room
Impeding rest soon. Soon you rest. Soon you rest.
II.
Now you lay me down to sleep.
The earth was the eve coloured as dust.
The fire on the far side that burned like rust.
The flames that painted the rectangle bricks.
Softly muttered what song to sing?
Black smoke hushed a low simmer.
The birch crackled its warm breast for you to lean to.
While the silence had adhered to.
There is the hush of the cold and the popping of the fire,
for you, you had desires of a warm sleep.
Two cold feet walk you to warmth in the room.
III.
Whilst all the others rested in slumber
You trusted the coal people burrowing on in they provided warmth for the numb within:
And burned away your frostbitten nose.
They chewed the pain of your frozen toes.
IV.
Illuminations swayed with shadow
you're exhausted lips had caved
For the furrowed light had lighten slumbers way
V.
The house was finally silent at six past the two, twelve hands
You had burrowed in the arms of the people of coal and you had fallen into sleep's gentle hold.
VI.
By dawn the coal people had gone away
The fire twas at at the break of day
Charcoal ashes covered your pale skin as the far side fireplace was dimmed
Your freckles peaked between the black.
Yet now
Now you sleep now you sleep, now they lay you down to sleep.