HARRY
How grand it is to sleep
To close one's eyes
And melt into oblivion
To wake later refreshed from death
A sleep is which
No other soul can enter
To be within one's mind
Oh it is a terrifying place
Nightmares to haunt
Wicked images of past deeds
Torturing light death
Like fire kissing the face
Lightning speed sleep
Eternity in a flash
It takes but a moment
For a mother torn from child
Rest now little one
Nightmares will come soon
But as for this moment
Rest assured you are safe.