Sonnet 1- Of Sandman and Thanatos

He comes with garish face and jarring grin
You knave, oh Sandman, what dream do you bring?
Of rubies, silver, or things so akin?
Take my sleep-weary eyes, give me your wing.
 
I haven’t forgotten when last we met
The visions you brought, so sweet in my head
Give me them again, let them not abet.
Though I doubt not that I’m being misled.
 
Oh my dear sandman, the time is so short!
As my eyes fall shut, my heart’s in my throat.
Alas, I see that death is my consort!
Alack, my mind's changed! My black heart I’ll tote!
 
This sleep is naught but an untimely loss,
You are no sandman, but my Thanatos!