I dare not sleep, for you will find me
there
And show yourself, once you are in my
dreams,
And conjure up your loud and morbid
scenes
Of spears and fire, of sorrow and
despair.
My prison waits and bids me rest my
eyes;
I wage the war, and count the hours
till dawn.
The ticking stops, my watchful gaze is
drawn,
The battle lost, myself do I despise.
As one we sink, and melt into earth’s
core,
In single breath, you steal away my
soul
And land me in a bath of whitened coal.
A steaming vial of bloodied tears you pour.
From silver plates, you feed me misery,
Enchanting my ghost with your chivalry.
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