The Tale of Sleep is a simple one

Hakim Chandra was his real name, though

Everyone called him Sleep for fun.

He got his name from his constant show

Of snoring in class (although the teacher said 'no').

His school was huge, yet, friends, he'd not made.

Who would associate with someone so slow?

That's why he slept, what with no dues to be paid.

He earned no popularity with just a good grade.

Sleep was known, also, for his notorious skill.

Romanticism was his most valuable gift.

Though he could never get a love with his own will,

He was nice enough to give shy students a lift.

Hakim could think of a romantic idea as quick as a swift.

Once a week there'll be somebody asking for help.

Those few times he's awake, Sleep's mind is never adrift.

In fact, he could name nearly every person, every whelp,

Despite how nobody'd care if he made the loudest yelp.

One day, a boy came to him asking for aid.

He pointed to a girl he truly desired.

And Sleep unsheathed his romantic blade

As the two spoke softly, as they conspired,

Thinking of ways to woo the admired.

Hakim finally suggested to write love on her arm.

At first the boy was confused, not inspired.

Then he understood Hakim's clever charm.

Sleep was left alone as the boy flattered her warm

After many weeks, his words had been famed

Sleep's advice had become a trend.

His entire idea was very acclaimed.

Everyone was writing "Love" on their friend.

Though this whole thing did not amend

His problem of putting his infamy away.

He was sure his heart-healing idea would have no end.

But Hakim had no love of his own to display

He was left alone on the brightest day.

Sick and depressed, Sleep walked to a bridge.

The structure was high over a deep abyss,

And Hakim stood on the top at the ridge.

He closed his eyes and felt the wind's kiss,

Listening to the ocean's hiss.

This was his dream, the chance to fly.

Hakim spread his arms feeling total bliss.

He waited for the water's holy reply.

Then Sleep lost his mind and said goodbye.