Darkness torn in the breaking dawn
weeping down the furrowed shadows
the face of summers curtain drawn
dispelling your dreams that arose

Dark raven fly, chase the night
forgotten dreams may fade to grey
carry these secrets beyond the light
to be remembered another day

Stoic Poetry


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