Morpheus, Lord Of Dreams!!!

A thousand sons of Somnus,

The Lord of sleep.

And yet it is you, Morpheus

That all love deep.

Even drugs do bear your name,

Thy namesake is morphine,

A better pain killer,

Has no one ever seen.

You soothe and complain.

You tease and you goad.

When the going gets tough,

Your hugs ease up our load.

Thy embraces are soothing,

And heal to the bone.

Thy better as a healer 

Never have we known.

A peek into the future,

A glance into the past.

But for you, our lives would 

Be a ship without a mast.

Sometimes you take on forms,

Sometimes you put to fright.

Grow tired of reality,

Just Dream to set it right.