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Paler than ash a sad face stares at the end

By night these weary hands rise in grey despair

Excel in lament and strange regrets

O son torn from rotten wombs

Drink this fear within my withered dreams

Kind mind - turn worlds

tar heart - white bile

Hazy dismay a shattered silhouette

in dreams I wake to utter emptiness

Veiled seem these lights

a sore wit waning bleakly belied

… what a man can bear and die not.

Words, Worlds untold woe