The Sacrifice of Saint Sleepless

YOU'RE WELCOME!

Don't worry little babies,

Gentlemen and gentle ladies.

Close your eyes and rest your head-

I'll worry enough for all of us

Let me lose some sleep instead.

 

The Moon is high

In her breathless sky

Bored and naked on her throne-

She waits till dawn

To move it along

Grown weary on being alone -

 

When the haughty sunrise

Demands that you rise

It's then that you will find,

Like a creep to the crypt

I'm off to my bed-

Drunk on insomnia's wine.