After reading Edward Thomas

　
　
In the dark I am awoken out of sleep
And the muse calls me come be awake
For I have words to give so do not weep
But with all your mind come freely take
Take up book of paper and bedside pen
Tell my stories of gods and angels and of men.
The flesh is weak but the spirit is strong
So listen hard and record it well
For in these words true tale and song
Of time ago when heavenly angels fell
Into the blackest holes of Satan’s realm
In chaos sought power from heaven’s helm.
Do not stop to think of what to write
Don’t let your spirit bend and wane
But rather catch all quickly this dark night
For I swear I may not come again
And you’ll be left alone to sleep
And I will turn away to another’s keep