For Insomnia Shawna O’Neil Hello, oh dear one, sleeping in your bed of silent slumbers. what dreams haunt you when Death’s brother comes to call? Do blackened waves of silvered hair tickle you to fret? The owner means no harm when he bids you rest. Do not fear the world of wondering sleep. Smile when you see the fading light of day, for Sleep is on its way. But when you see his cursed kin stalking you in shadow, then let your resting mind awake and run from Sleep in horror.