A Dream
Silent words,
Whispered in the dead of night.
A prayer offered up to forgotten gods,
For a dream that can not be forsaken.
A tribute of tears and blood,
That stain a tattered and tired soul.
A soft breeze was that dream,
That dream that was the last of my soul.
In the darkness of night I cry out,
But dreams never heed the tears of mortal men.
A dream that was my hope,
Its passing as soft as a summers breeze.
Taking from me my love,
My life,
My soul,
Leaving only behind a vague dream.
A dream that led me into darkness,
A dream I called love.
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