The poet had interrupted

Sleep

He’s not used to sleep in

A strange bed

One though

That’s well furnished and

Keeps him pleasantly

Embraced

Between soft covers

Inducing light sleep

Let the imagination fly

Off the handle in midst

Of the night

Hooked onto a honeyed

Dream.

Yet he has been stirred

By the characters in his

Poetic legend he is editing

Whenever time allows

Helping his friend. Mr T

As he is known to his

Four assistants and helpers

Who’ll assist by day

And the poet all night.

It’s somewhat a different life

At present

And time spent to think about

A publisher

A poet friend of his friend

Had mentioned.

Sounds terrific?

He’ll prepare his manuscript and

Pass it on to BoD for publishing

‘King of Ice’ will be a good ballad

To start the ball rolling

As the poet had transcribed it

Into German.

Now during twilight hours

The polishing will take place

And to finalize it

Before the start of his postoperative

Cure for his knee.

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