As I stumble through those darkened dreams, A jumble of fears a million screams. I sheild my eyes from the horror at sight, For surely there is death tonight. He rides a stallion through the mist, A burning ember in his fist. That ember glows so strong, Even wrapped up in deaths palm. I am that ember, Inside that dream. Forever burning, Forever seen.
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