Tales were spun upon my head
softly as I fell to bed
drifting me into nightmares
dragged from safety thrown to night terrors
Even wake could not save me
every ache more intensely
felt through nerves that twitched from fire
sudden, yet misplaced desires
If wake could not make safety known
then death shall be my final throne.
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