The Curse

The song that keeps me from my sleep

Is rife with lurking shadows, deep.

The voice that hums inside my head

Does well to keep me from my bed.

Unto my soul a curse was laid,

And though I've cried, and laughed, and prayed

My heart does pound, my sweat does pour,

And through the night, I rest no more.

The dreams I see when I'm awake

Would make poor Orpheus' heart break.

The marble smooth, the gentle strands

Do mock and taunt my writhing hands.

True, I could sleep if didn't I see

Two vibrant stars that love to haunt me,

Burning bright, yes burning through

My mind.  The ghosts I see are true.