So you say you want to sleep?
Well sleep then, and be off!
The radiant brightness of the crescent moon
and the clusters of golden stars which freckle
the face of the dark sky
will reveal themselves once more,
I'm sure of it.
Do not fret,
she will be back again tomorrow.
For the burning beauty
of the universe,
The golden sacred marks
speckled across the pale cheeks
of God's fiery red haired mistress.
He was always a sucker for those.