Once upon a lazing eve, there laid a twilight Queen
Whose every thought, with languor ease, on window ledge did glean.
Dreams soft with muted color, dreams of cloudy and opaque
The twilight Queen lay dreaming, half alive and wide awake.
Thoughts gathered on the bureau and took shapes of man and beast
A’thundering haphazardly like animals released
Dismantling the peace, piece by pieces of the night
Visions restless and unruly, hooligans cunning and sprite.
“Oh, what I’d give,” mused she, “if they absconded ‘fore tomorrow”
But to tame a thought, as stories go, wreaks pain and weary sorrow.
Ages passed in minutes’ span and she was not content
To slough away her slumb’ring hours with not a wink well spent.
And so, at midnight, to the dreams, her highness did bequest
Every single snooze thereafter, for one simple night of rest.