My dreams were feather light
Safe and sound
In the refuge
Of eras past
Fluttering carelessly
Through nightfall’s hollow void
Never sparing a sound
Of agony or strife
From the brightest flare
Timid thoughts
Were cruelly swept aside
Grinding my reveries
To a useless pulp
To the falling embers
I greet as slumber nears
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