Of An Insomniac Town

Two lamps at the window,
Two men spake their woe,
Two hours to heart’s content
To avert an impending dent.

One in spirits lay low
Another assuaged his woe,
One solution to sorrow at hand
To lift the spirits of the land.

“Five to midnight”, mother said,
To bed, scurry off to bed;
Obedience is a gift, he went
For time to resent was at an end.

Soft pecks on lover’s lips parched
By thirst of water and love
Seized and taken to a chamber
For affection may fly with the dove.

“No more shall we unto slumber
And sleep will best minds encumber,
Work and toil be reduced to naught
The spirit of the hour shall be lost.

For blows from the North a wind
Carries with it cinders and sins
Of those with unfulfilled dreams
To feed upon children’s screams.”

– Thus prophesized the soothsayer.

Two lamps by the window,
Two men spake their woe;
Two rays of the Sun crept by
Yet no word or breath did lie.

For the end approaches as said
Years before as portrayed,
The Sun no longer be the source
But a nemesis to mankind’s souls.