An Ode to Nyquil

O Nyquil, thou sweet and noxious sting
bestows slumber unmatched by Morphius,
Thou three sided chalice glows like a beacon
summoning the weary shades who lurk the house
with diaphanous wads that lay strewn in their wake
"i'm sick!" a wail and a warning to those left
unvanquished by those denizens of hades Colde and Flooh

O Nyquil, thy kiss will make me to swoon and
ceasing all my sniffling, sneezing and coughing,
The cares of this sick world become wrap'd, muzzy headed
and forgotten in the soft downy world of my bed
Repair my shadowed and ill self to face a new day
wherein Dayquil, O Dayquil! may be my saviour and
I become whole and unshadowed, nay unsullied, by Colde and Flooh.