Fear of Sleeping (Fear of the Coming Day)
God's grace shine upon me
When the nightfall comes.
I fear not the ghosts, werewolves,
Vampires or such,
But, in general, I do dread
Venturing into the foreign land
Of nightmares, where any and all
Images are possible.
Mal! Dormir es muy mal!
The worst part of last night's sleep
Was when Kommander Heinrich
Prepared to execute me by firing a bullet
From his Luger pistol into my brains
Somewhere, maybe in Belgium.
But I didn't die. Dad awakened me.
And the fear didn't end there.
I was doomed to a full day
Of horrid images,
And images are always worse.
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