But surely any dream unfeigned speaks of the fragile mind restrained?
I thought in fear from beyond my veil
Now with the drip-dripping of my brow a ghastly wind began to howl Growling forceful upon my brow outside my wretched warping room Whilst morning moans approached my ears my eyes did fill with fearful tears The shadows that stand in stealthy pose now crept and crawled like sneaking foes spreading there dark and dusky gloom Though as I rose upon my bed The sound it ceased and foes all fled and so relieved of all this dread how i decieved a tourturous death though was it life I indeed retrieved or merely desires I wanted believed the soul lies darker than that of the beast and under this moon the eyes will feast with thorny thought comes final breath
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