TERRORS OF THE NIGHT

By GP Hyde

for Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I’ll take a glass of Kendal Black Drop,

a mixture to ease the pain that eats my heart,

liver and bowels, a cruel pain which crawls

throughout my chest, up into my brain

where deathly ghosts inflict their fever on me.

I cower before the spirits of the night! But spare

my agony till dawn.

                              All’s well. My little draught

surrenders me to sleep and I’ll relinquish

this muttering mind. Render me into the arms

of sweet dear Morpheus and pray that he will

sweep me away to a green and pleasant land

where I will meet again my sweetheart, my true love.

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