Prayer to Hypnos

Is love not a dream?

Meant to be broken as one wakes from Morphia,

Where even the Father sleeps?

Ah, such sins of flesh,

Such hazy dreams, as though Phantasos-made,

I wish to wander through Elysium,

Into your sacred Temple,

So, in a hoarse voice, drunken in lust for the dream

Lest my pleas be unheard by the gods:

Oh, sweet Hypnos, wilt thou not embrace me,

As your beloved Endymion;

As has done thy love?

For thee, Immortal Slumber,

I forsake the sacraments of the Star-Flung Tomb

And defy thy twin who commands Thartaros

I praise thee, Hypnos

And beg of thee, curse me to fall forever into thy arms

And take me, for all eternity