The Sandman:Part I (A parody to The Raven)

Once upon a nighttime slumber, counting sheep though without number
And wondering how I would feel if I should wake forevermore.
Next I nodded near to sleeping; suddenly I heard some creeping,
As if one was close to peeping, peeping through the window in my door,
“‘It's some creature looking through the window in my door,
Simply this and nothing more.

Thinking again about staying awake, how much vigor it would take
To never go to sleep and not need to go to bed evermore.
Eagerly I wished for morning, the sky would have the sun adorning
And never would I hear the warning, “without sleep your work is poor”
Yes ever having good night sleep to keep work from being poor,
Sleep would be like not before.

Laying there in silken silence, my eyes stayed open with defiance
I heard a noise that thrilled me with wonders never felt before.
Quickly my heart came to beating; the jumping sheep left me fleeting
“‘What could want or need a greeting at this time beyond my door?
It is only some visitor lurking just beyond my chamber door,
Only this, nothing more”

Quickly my intrigue grew stronger; simply I could wait no longer,
“Whoever it is now must heed my words, this I implore,
For seeking sleep but all in vain, for my mattress gives me pain,
Feeling like a beast freshly slain, I would feel better on the floor
Lumpy is my mattress, more comfort would be lying on the floor,
Let me open up my door.”

Now into the dark hall looking, could it be some lady hooking?
But doubting this for I was in a state more tired than before.
And the silence stayed intact, I thought nothing was there, in fact,
But still I sought to make impact with something softer than my floor,
Oh, to find someone to sell me a mattress softer than the floor.
“What have you been knocking for?”

Yet no answer came thus, my bedclothes in a mangles fuss,
I came to try to sleep upon my solid hardwood floor.
I heard it once more the clicking, like a clock that\'s ticking, ticking,
And I investigated the clicking; at my window I did explore,
Let this infernal noise stop if the window I do explore.
“Whatever could I be in for?”

Open was my window now, what words could I describe and how,
The thing, the creature flitting in from the sky above the moor?
Not the kindest gesture made he, and not long there stayed he,
As he flitted as a lady to make a perch above my door,
It was a faerie from the bog now sitting above my door,
Just the Sandman, nothing more.

He sat there with his nails filing, suddenly I came to smiling
By the act in which he held the file and polish that he wore.
“Though thou art in no band, man, your name is known in all the land, man.
I know you to be the Sandman, bringing me tidings from a distant shore.
Tell me why you became the Sandman, taking sand from off the shore.
Quoth the Sandman, “Nevermore”

Sleep-deprived I thought insanely, though I understood him plainly
Though he gave me little answer, and little relevancy bore.
And I cannot help agreeing that never was I blessed with seeing
As no human being could have seen the Sandman on his door,
The faerie, the Sandman, perched to give me sleep from on my door.
A lumpy mattress nevermore.