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The Mocker of My Midnight Bliss

Have not thee raised thy ugly self
A killjoy upon life's shelf 
So much that thou art truly known 
By both the young and grown 

Thy rays a burden to my face
Which bringeth forth no grace 
To raise me up from peaceful rest 
Thou inevitable night pest 
For so long cease not I to wonder 
Why thy twelve seem longer than your brother's 

A curse art thou upon my head
To bid me farewell from my comfort bed 
Thou bringest forth heavy heat and sweat 
A burden to my cold peaceful earth

I like to dream and doth dream big 
Of riches joy and peaceful hymn 
But dou like a troubling pinkish pig 
Crawls up the sky 
to incomplete my dream 
  
Grown have I to learn that I must lay
With one eye partially opened
Awaiting the curse that men call day 
A mocker of my midnight bliss 

Though I wrap me up a thousand times  Avoiding me thy yellow shine 
Yet ye travel still through countless miles 
To disturb these sleepy eyes of mine 

I hate thy intruding jealous hands
A splitter of lovers apart 
I hate thy burning golden eye 
A burning flame that melts my heart 
Again I hate thy yellow rays 
Bringing me boring endless days 

If asked was I why hate me thee
I hate thee for killing my dreams ...

Copyright © Elizabeth Adams

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