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For Lord Hypnos

I sing now of gentle sleep brother of the merciless He who is kind to mortals He who is the gentlest of gods I come to you as a humble worshipper Head bowed, and words whispered Hear me, O Son of immortal Nyx Come to me under the covers of Nyx, Let your wings lull me into rest In your wake, bring the flowers of sleep Let the waters of Lethe wash away the suffering of today O gentle god, He who wanders the Earth at night Begotten to Nyx, He who dwells in the darkness of the Underworld Khaire blessed sleep, may we rest with ease under your gentle care