The Compromise.

All morning the war has raged
T'wix fierce Sleep and weak Awake.
For Awake to win is vital
Yet Sleep puts up a struggle
Unwilling to be defeated
But yet it must be! for abit.

Awake is mustering all her power
For Sleep had lunch in his favor
And used it to his advantage
To gain an upperhand on stage.
In turn Awake is using caffeine
And blasting Sleep to smithereens.

This hapless human, the battlefield,
Is begging the warriors for a truce
But neither is willing to give in
For both are desperate to win.
If only Sleep were satisfied
To reign as King of Night
And save Day for the Queen
It would be one compromise
Where everyone would win!

**She needs to squeeze in time to study her Rescue dive manual..**