Ghastly shadows of the night, might I bend thy will?
For as slumber falls all around, I can't lay quite still.
As heat does stifle and wind not blow,
Clouds fill starless void, so does memory stifle
my mind
in thoughtless verse and rhyme,
as thoughts blow in and verses out, of sight and mind
as slumber falls forevermore down
through ghastly shadows of dawn.