deep and dreamless

enough to anger the calmest of souls
the names of vampires we have all forgot
each of us cowers in our nightly holes

there's a light dancing round the poles
strangely appearing on the empty plot
enough to anger the calmest of souls

under each bridge ahead the trolls
have eaten nothing and begun to rot
each of us cowers in our nightly holes

the saviours of our future space patrols
are now inactive sleeping on each cot
enough to anger the calmest of souls

beneath us lurk no more sleeping moles
we've got rid of the entire slinky lot
each of us cowers in our nightly holes

none of us inhabits now our proper roles
not the sober certainly not the sot
enough to anger the calmest of souls
each of us cowers in our nightly holes

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister