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Poetry from within

A Good Night's Sleep

The moonlight bids farewell to day

An owl swoops low above its prey.

A moth's bedazzled by the light

The shadows tiptoe out of night.

Within the prison of your mind

Your demons will your weakness find.

You listen-that sound you hear's

A heartbeat pounding out of fear.

You feel, that you might never sleep

The mice across the floorboards creep.

A cat meows upon the ledge

The springs are creaking on the bed.

The dragon's left his cavernous lair

The smell of sulphur's in the air...

And, in that brooding, starless night

Your demons, with the angels, fight.

Which ever, the battle lost, or won

You pray that soon the dawn'll come

The haunting hour-the demons gone

You'll be, as if, a child reborn...

Robert Carson