Deeper Kind of Slumber

This dole crowner gallows me As this mere welkin hallowed me Whereupon I trick and train and tire To limn my umbered love in fire Before this noble mare bewrays As I cleary see it all decays In debile coil of smoke suspires Ay our orison quicknes as

Robin Goodfellow D ianae, my muse Morpheus in my heart Your sand in my veins It's a deeper kind of slumber What is universe anyway But a pouch of silver coins The intense breathing Of a dying animal A foreboding of afterlife Master keys in oaken ches