The night envelopes me in it’s calming  

Chill air and draws out the warmth from my chest,  

Nights shawl muffled interruption to rest,   

And death comes to hold throughout the darkling,  

And like a hero holds all cares at bay.  

Sleep is a sort of suicide but the  

Sleeper is held safely by daytimes net,  

Insulated from deaths clutch by blankets,  

The warming place that keeps the vestiges  

Of the sleepers prior state in morning,  

When death himself, the friend must be repulsed,  

blanket retains the warmth of the day time,  

And, when disturbing dawn, comes it protects.