#greek god of sleep

All encompassing, intoxicating,
Taken at his will,
Returned when he’s done.
He will say no,
You will beg.
He takes me when I’m ready,
He gives me back on time.
It will be time,
Before I know love ,
For now,
I know anger,
And hunger,
And I want more of him.
It is his game,
We will play.
He has his rules,
We play by them.
He bows to no one,
We bow to him.
He controls the mind palace.
He is darkness.
He is ethereal.
He is eternal.
He is sleep.
And He is coming…

Soft, swaying, lulling, grey
He takes you when he wants you
You can invoke his presence
But He’ll never be far
As draining as invigorating
He will open the world for you
He will be the last person
You will mistake him
When he comes
He waits patiently
But He is always there
There is no escape
He will take you
He is sleep
Preparing you for his twin
He will deliver you onto his brother,
Death

I just want to say…

Thank you, Lord Hypnos, for loving me, giving me strength, and encouraging me every step of the way. Like a proud papa, nudging his kin to get back up even after their 100th time falling down.

Thank you, Hypnos, for being one I can count on no matter what.

Eyes droop and heads nod away,

Slumber comes another day.

Hypnos doses opium dust,

The twin of death that we trust.

Lucid bodies and vivid dreams,

Reality bursts and melts at the seem.

Pleasure fueled bodies lay to crash,

Three sons split the messages to flash.

Thick, heavy, and consuming,

Sleep, sleep we are resuming.