Silver Words on Burned Pages

Downy lies the tired fay

Silken-born in soft dismay

As does end the tired day

She shan't see the sky

Cold the wind, so crisp with dew

She shall be the sea in lieu

Of the ocean's kiss of blue

May it bring some rest

As with many fillies now

As the tired Moon does bow

And the sun does peak her brow

Never did she sleep

Thoughts like spears in candied hooves

Wrack her mind while wake ensues

Another restless night to use

To take another day

Sleep the day, and no tomorrow

For the night best cradles sorrow

Maybe now she can but borrow

An aching head, and a waking day

All this world means for rite

Work the day into the night

So for Drip Drop comes the light

And sleep, another day