this is what happens when you read to much Keats...oi vey. still in the refining process...comments appreciated.



CL



little princes dregded in slumber

wake the mind's width and wonder

and in the darkling silent deep

they climb the dreamer's craggy steep



to look o'er the breaking fall

of Hyperion and Shadow's Crawl

to soar above the Journey's End

only to land in sand again



to slap and dash among ravishthieves

to wander and scamper round verdant trees

to cast a light in the SeaHouse grate

venturing towards a Hobbler's fate



to swash and buckle like Musketeers

to scuttle and roar away swifttears

courting the damsels in distress

whispering nightly to venturing Bess

chasing the hounds the green to roam

only to come sluggishly home



sweeping the bedclothes away with the night

here comes the offending light

two bodies stir from languor deep

their tales the sleep to keep