Rude Awakening

The world outside my window though it turned,
Has stumbled on its path and now lies still.
The blooming gardens by four seasons spurned
Reduced to wilt now 'neath my windowsill

Like ivy, shadows creep along the wall
Midnight tendrils grasping at Queen Mab's crown
Do dreamers still awake to twilight's call,
While as they in slumber's deep oceans drown.

Though now the burden from my shoulder's gone
What impending doom lingers in the air?
Will the sun whose rays in yesterdays shone
From East descend once more down heaven's stair

Must I awake to face the day I dread?
I'd much rather sleep soundly in my bed.