Jakob Slifker

Mare of Night by Academy Monthly

Begone to thee, foul demon of the night!

As dark as Void, as black as shades and mares,

Though thou beést nought but the dreamer’s blight;

These demons shown bring fear beyond compare.

Herald of restlessness, usher of fear,

Infecting sleep, forbidding peaceful rest,

Inspiring shivers as to beds you near,

Thou callest dark phantoms for us to wrest.

Rings of string, woven, dangle round the room,

Feathers and beads drip off them, dreams they catch,

A last line of defense against your doom,

But away the last strands of sleep you snatch.

And yet your biggest strength is, too, your fall:

We wake and don’t remember you at all!