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Wandering shadows

Cast by no light

Yet bound to these meadows

Where dwell the resigned

Lethean stupor

Hypnos’ cruel wine

Smoothing out memories

From the tablet of the mind

Solemn in the midst of Asphodel’s Fields

Regret follows with a predator’s zeal

Spilling like olives

From a fallen basket

These souls travel huddled

In leaderless masses

Yet tongues may flicker

Like Prometheus’ fire

With blood sacrifice

Draw sooth from Asphodel’s mire

Amnesia’s fragrance aloft in Asphodel’s Fields

No dew but for what’s made of fallen tears