When sleep lifts her heavy hand
Left without the strength to stand
A toll of grief lays on my breast
Penalty for an ugly rest
Some poison slipped my sleeping tongue
To conjure hellish memories from
Fused with every savage thought
Each tear cried and battle fought
By the sun these phantoms fade
Though my heart still in the shade
Resides, rushing blood ignited
Trembling merciful prayers recited
And though the day bades demons leave
Molten blood is not deceived
Yoked am I with the weight of dreams
To drown in my forgotten streams.
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