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Dreamer
 
Dreamer

While walking in a wintery wood,
The grim foreboding gloom
Seemed misty cold and desolate,
A freezing, icy tomb.
The silence of this wretched place
Was rigid, still as stone,
And laden with a misery
That chilled all flesh and bone.
With heavy heart I sat beneath
A dying crippled tree,
Its twisted branches, bare and brown,
Stretched skyward endlessly.

And many thoughts then crossed my mind,
Of life and fate and dream,
And glittering webs of epic tales
Were spun like silken streams.
Illusion sung her silvery spell,
A shining tapestry,
Fast, streaking lights and pulsing stars
Soon set me soaring free.
I dreamt a myriad different things,
But all were still the same,
Because no longer was I trapped
In this existing Bane.

I longed to journey on each path,
To see where each did go,
But when I raised my head and peered,
I saw that, through the snow,
The sickly orb that rose afar
Formed shadows 'pon the trees,
The weak, pale palour that it cast
Brought neither warmth nor ease.
Although I barely knew, a sigh
Escaped my weary frame,
For this I knew would always be,
And never would it change.