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Pleading with Hypnos

(Originally published here.)

Sweet voiced Muses, go to your dearest friend
I plea, to his sleepy hall in the cavern deep descend
where Helios’ beams never reach nor cock crows
where neither creature wild nor creature tame impose
for there Silence dwells where doors dare not creak
nor branches sway, nor winds blow, nor alarms shriek.
There Hypnos in languor lies. Victim of some scheme
of Lethe he must be, for he has forgotten my esteem.
Beat upon his blanketed breast until his heavy eyelids rise
and his head lifts from its soft ebony pillow in surprise.
Then ask him what crime I have committed unaware
to cause him to deny me his bounty.  Where did I err?
No sleep have I had, no rest nor dreams, fair or scare.
Ask the quietest of gods, to hear my heartfelt prayer.
“You who are the balm of the soul, pour forth thy brew
upon my weary form.  Let not my mind unendingly review.
Give me peace and wondrous dreams in a comfy bed.
Please kind one, nothing black to cause me worry or dread.
In the morning when I arise feeling refreshed and sunny
I shall gift you, oh gracious Darkwing, with milk and honey.”
I hail and honor Hypnos, father of dreams, gentle god of sleep,
and the Muses who relayed my prayer to the cavern deep!

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