My last restless night
Was such a blight,
I moved head
And rolled around in my bed.
So I strolled outside;
My backyard is very wide.
The stars were out in full glory,
I saw the wonders of the galaxy.
Next thing you know
Out came a galloping White Buffalo!
Yes! It was flying!
It must have feared dying!
And that fear was sure justified!
Out came a horseman, clad in a lion’s hide.
A raven stood on each shoulder,
I sight I wish would stay in my mind’s folder.
He raised his jeweled spear
and gazed at me with his one eye.
I understood that poor bison’s fear.
Then the horseman blew a carved horn and dashed across the sky,
A pack of Dire Wolves followed there Master
I felt the ground shake as they moved faster.
More horseman came to pursue
as well as many horsewomen too.
They all wore grand helms
and wielded bows crafted from the finest elms.
So many hunters out for blood!
The White Bison’s fate was sure not good!
My mind began to debate
What did the poor bovine to do to deserve this fate?
After fifteen minutes the spectral horde was gone
And I hoped that experience made my insomnia undone.
I returned to my room
Then contemplated that majestic creature’s doom..
That experience was such a curse
Now my insomnia is even worse!