SarahWaterRaven

How can I sleep While she still weeps I have not yet told her story And what of the boy Who sailed home to Troy He was in my head all morning When I close my eyes Again he sighs Longing for his moment of glory But when the dawn comes The same song is sung The pages are empty and lonely When I lay in my bed I am a dragon instead Scales and wings, I am soaring Who can sleep When in the deep An aboleth and merrow are warring? When I close my eyes To my surprise By the gates of Camelot it is morning When I attempt to rest These thoughts, I confess They keep this sad soul going An author's heart has a need to express Witho