Sleep beckoned gently from the whispers of his eyes
as he shuffled slowly through the terrible wars and crimes.
Images of fallen kings and angry peasants slipped to mystery and spies,
thoughts and dreams with court jesters talking in rhymes.
Slumped on his bed, he dreamt on of sweets and cake.
Laptop still purring, tomorrow, he'd awake with a neck ache.
Goodnight world.
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