At Stupid O’clock
While the earth sleeps.
And the darkness, holds back the thrall.
What else to do, but break the silence.
Seek out the dead.
Lonely words, that echo, in the night!
So I’ll find a Viking.......or three,
and I’ll have drink.
I’ll rouse my brothers.
To drown my blues......
Ragnarök is a long way off.
But then, so is the dawn.
The walls, hold my secrets!
My heart, holds my pain.
My love has gone.
Destiny awaits, unresolved !
I’ll roll the dice, with death.
I’ll play, his fickle game.
Until I sleep, the sleep, of.
Sleeps
I’m awake once again
Giajl © Jim Love
The Sleep Of Sleeps
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