Friday, January 20, 2006

Nyghtmare, Nyghtmare

Sorry about this, but I'm going to go all literary on you. The following is a poem based on the genius "Tyger, Tyger" by William Blake. It matches the original's syntax, rhyme sceme, punctuation and to a small extent theme. Hope you like it.

The Nyghtmare

(based on “The Tyger” by William Blake)

Nyghtmare, Nyghtmare, shunning light
The darkest shadow of the night:
With a mortal’s mind gone numb,
What bone-chilled soul could hold her sum?


A step into infinity,
A moment made eternity!
Do you in your piety sleep?
Doesn’t she into your mind creep?


To distant land of lightless cold
Does she steal you to her hold?
Strangled by her black haired mane
Are you praying? Are you sane?


Who’s the Maker? What horrid deed?
Who planted this fetid seed?
Whence the terror? Whence the pain?
When did she begin her reign?


The evening of Satan’s fall
He sent to God a dream-time pall:
Did our Lord shed a bitter tear?
And so Satan form the Steed of Fear?


Nyghtmare, Nyghtmare, shunning light
The darkest shadow of the night:
With a mortal’s mind gone numb,
What bone-chilled soul could hold her sum?