Sleep Eternal

I want to sleep the sleep of the dead and

broken-hearted.

No dreams, no thoughts

no fantasies spun in gold.

I will not listen to the Bard’s tale

of love everlasting,

that is the making of

fairy tales.

Of Kings and Queens,

Princes and Paupers,

Princesses lost and found.

Of castles spun in the clouds

with dances that last all night long.

I want none of that.

What I want only Thanatos can provide.

A deeper sleep than the one

wrought by Morpheous.

Dreamless.

Lifeless.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 23/17