Daniel Parks, Mid Nights Battle</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=33.htm>Daniel Parks</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Mid Nights Battle</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Mortal combat, hand to hand, the battle rages on.<br>I've got to win this desperate fight, I won't give up till dawn.<br>I struggle now, but weakening, I curse this wretched place,<br>my adversaries silent laugh, his cold breath in my face.<br>My anger boils deep inside, I hiss and thrash and roll,<br>I know I cannot let him win, this faceless, nameless foe.<br>His tunic white, his covered head, his body firm and wide,<br>no weapons does he have to use, for time is on his side.<br>In the night I'm frantic now, the clock ticks on and on,<br>I have to have my time for rest, a way before the dawn.<br>Worries loom and thoughts prevail, my brain is so distressed.<br>I've got to beat this silent foe, so I can get my rest.<br>It was maybe three or four, I can't be sure just when,<br>My faceless foe gave up the fight, there finally came an end.<br>I drifted deeply off to sleep, soundly as if dead.<br>I hate these long and sleepless nights of fighting with my bed. </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>