The Nights Bring No Peace Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus

And you lure me from sweet sleep
Into nightscapes and lucid dreams,
By which hellfire the demons play
Amongst mazey labyrinths and sulphurous haze.
In such incarceration do I lie,
Midst choking smoke and slow decay.

Mortal Beauties doomed by Fates
Resonate pleas to unfeeling walls
And take comfort in replays -
Awaiting the rise of the Morning Star,
Awaiting impartial judgement to be made,
Awaiting the unfold of their dismay.

What medals that may line his breast,
Unsheathed my lance shall pierce his chest.
No infernal glory he may display
Shall avert me from this Orphic task
Laced with far more blood and hate.
Without a qualm shall I this Dragon slay.

But with time I do come to see
Her flair for conceal of treachery
That led to this unholy way -
That the beauty she did possess
Only gave me greater pains -
By and by my Love was no Euridyce.

So beneath tumultuous sheets still I lay,
For the Adversary to forebode the break of day.