Tossing and turning in the night,

He breaks a cold sweat and wakes in fright.

His arms and legs lay taunt and numb,

So he finally lets his mind succumb.

The quiet rustling of the trees,

Out comes a bloodcurdling scream of pleas.

He struggles against his impairing thought,

But the Mighty Heavens shall not grant the peace he sought,

A fatal drink to keep his mind at bay,

A knowing smile to show that he's not to stay.

His pride and sanity he yearns to keep,

And so he finally decides to sleep.