SLEEP'S MURDER

       
            The night has been murdered,
            to a distant land sleep itself has wandered,
            pious pitchness replaces sleep's sereness,
            like the lionesss,
            stalks silently,
            devouring beastly,
            the king's jouney has been cut short,
            royal red cries forth,
            like the earth tramplrd upon,
            the king ask for justice to run,
            Who would warm the queen's chambers?,
            in its hearth watch the grey glowing of red embers?,
            let night flee,
            and the unknown shall be known to we.