A weakened soul replicates an owl 

concerned this delicate branch will fail

lay still, perturbed to retrace

today's shift a far off place

eventually will arrive in its own time 

if one awakens to save face

 

A constant sorrow known too well

frequently isolated constant spell

not to mention that fateful word

down in the dungeon unheard

way down where the brave men go

sleep will come, when?, they hear you so

don't be ridiculous, no man will know

 

Memories trace back, looking forward

a piece in the middle, a quizzical walrus

cutting through ice a piece at a piece

life's not forever it's only on lease

a day past an hour, aquire some sleep

everything ends in black