Hypnus

 

Hypnus, god of sleep and dreams,  

A figure shrouded in mysteries and schemes,  

His touch brings sweet repose to all,  

The peaceful calm that comes with the fall.  

We close our eyes and drift away,  

To worlds that only Hypnus may display,  

Beyond this realm, we wander free,  

In limitless vistas of fantasy.  

And yet his power can be a curse,  

When we lose control, or if we rehearse,  

The terrors that lurk within our mind,  

And leave us shaken, frightened, and confined.  

So let us welcome Hypnus' grace,  

And find in sleep a sacred space,  

Where rest and peace may reign supreme,  

And dreamscapes shine with endless gleam.