[i]Lord Hypnos, tho' the gentl'r brother of Death,
Is nonetheless the greater.
For what Thanatos takes whole, at once,
In dreams Hypnos takes slow.
With the worst of all the virtues: hope,
He drains us body & soul -
'Til nothing left but husk remains,
His lesser brother's spoil.
The blow that rings the morning bell,
Wakes the world from Hypnos' spell.
When it tolls ones' final hour,
'Tis the end of dreams - the end of hell.[/i]