Before the mid-night sleep
When nature was on her naked bed
Sipping dreams from a warm blanket
Made from time immemorial wool
In its tradition it’s to shield from fear
Arrows of snow, cajoling fever
Discomforting jab and
Blood stashed with unseasonable snag
It’s gone the way of hallucination
Leaving the bank of reality
In-between two dead nights
Two strange things lost their lives
Dreams away from nightmares’saddening brow
She’s done with spawn shaggy sphinx
And raw madness that shakily wakes
With flaccid fizz
To take the glaze out of the glitzy lass