no sleep til'.

fear creeps along the floor.

the shadowy dream imp
scales the walls and ceiling;
he brushes my face
and waits for his orders.

through my ears indiscernible,
the steady maddening ring
(i fill in the nightmare dialogue)
the wounded chorus
wards off rest--

sleep,
kind not even to a black eyed babe.

sleep,
thy eternal enemy.

sleep,
the ashen rabbit three tunnels away.

sleep,
what debt to sate the curse.