Preview edition — Poet of Bedtime Hush is still in progress. The poem is as it appears in the video; the commentary is a working draft.
One nightfall, a certain knight came with a royal call to guard a cave full of treasures
He was the strongest at heart, a swerver of darts and an overcomer in measure
Until Sleep came by to study and have an invisible battle with him at least expectancy and leisure
There goes the Knight, fighting the wind to stay alive and making use of water to keep his awakening drive
There goes the Knight, jumping with playful moves of his sword
Sleep struck slowly as the Knight's shield fell, and was left staggering away from keeping his word
O wandering Knight, why do you fall to a war with sleep and thrown at a steep away from a cave to keep
O Knight at nightfall, why do you hurt yourself now with stones to a painful awakening from the calls to a sweet dream about thrones
As the folks in the castle rests on, you were left wrestling a strong tempest
Which caused you to sleepwalk from the marked territory anytime you leaned
And such questioned you of what unseen force crawled and prowled on you this night, O knight
Uphill at the cave, you rose to cherish the value of sleep accordingly as you watched the dark blue sky slowly turned to a morning orange
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Commentary
This poem turns falling asleep into a battle. A brave knight guarding a cave of treasure meets an enemy he cannot see, and the poem asks why anyone would fight something as kind as sleep.
One nightfall a knight arrives “with a royal call to guard a cave full of treasures.” He is “the strongest at heart,” yet an invisible opponent, Sleep, comes to test him.
The knight fights the wind, jumps with “playful moves of his sword” and keeps awake with water, but Sleep struck “slowly” and his shield falls. The speaker turns to him with questions: “why do you fall to a war with sleep” and why hurt himself with stones when a sweet dream about thrones is waiting?
While the castle sleeps, the knight is left “wrestling a strong tempest” and sleepwalks from his post. In the end he climbs the hill, comes to “cherish the value of sleep,” and watches “the dark blue sky slowly turned to a morning orange.”