Come old ye faithful my wandering eye,
come senses please subdue all this,
coffee stay away.
I beg of your mercy,
do not tempt me, for i am weak the mere utterance of your empty calorie.
Sleep my beauties sleep,
go as i go to wander in the shadows of the night,
among the grass leaves of Erebor,
in the twilight sky of Rohan,
almost the dawn breaks, I see fire upon the skies breathing,
basking in Takhisis constellations. . .
Sweet sweet fragrance of lotus, let me hear your whisper
among the reeds,
as i am in need of that partial sleep.