The incubus sat
Icy chills raced through limbs
Sore and begging for
Sweet, sweet relief, sleep
To knit the raveled
Sleeve of care, to bring peace while
Chaos swirled and a panic struck
Erstwhile sleeper wept and begged
The incubus laughed and began his work
While the chill raced up and through, a curious heat ran through too,
and with heavy limbs, and teary eyes the Sleeper cried out
And then... it was morning.
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