Slumber nae too soundly
Slumber nae too soundly ere that limpid, insiduous beast of darkness should slither 'cross the threshold of thine doorway and do away with the goodness that resides within thine heart.
Blissful sleep doth oft repair the worries and hurts of the wakeful hours, but in the comforting arms of sleep the soul lays bare and open to the torments of the beast.
Thus I plead with thee to leave no room for trespass unto these thine sacred grounds...for one can never truly trust the dark to succor or protect thee from its evil grasp.
We are but wilted flowers in the path of its ill mannered altruisms and demonic persuasions.
For in slumber the beast takes hold of our meek and pliable will and bends it as butter freshly churned.
And like lambs to the proverbial slaughter we meekly tread, all the while knowing of the horrors that lay ahead.
Bah! Fie! I say unto this beast; get thee hence and away from my sight ere I summon the wrath of the gods upon thine head.
I shall call forth the winds from the four corners of the earth to flatten thee down to thine knees.
I shall wake the waters of the oceans to wash thee away as in the time of Noah and his great ark.
I shall cause the sun to scorch thine head so that it would shrivel and aught that would remain of it would be burnt remnants...
Alas, these are but words of bluster, filled with righteous indignation, made up of naught but hot and gaseous airs.
For I am aware in my deepest most secret soul of souls that at the onset of the first shadow of darkness, quivering I shall lay in the thrall of the threat of the beasts' imminent arrival to the doorway of my peaceful reveries.
Thus shall the nightly megrims be brought about as the liquid dark struggles to possess my very essence.
Thus it is with heavy heart and dragging step that I trudge toward the scene of my ultimate vanquishing.
Mayhap this eve my whispered pleas will at last be heard, allowing me to rest unencumbered while embraced by blissful carefree dreams...
Mayhap the beast shall rest this eve....