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Should I wake before the dawn in a cascade of sleep

I shall scream in silent dreams

A slumber in mourning and aching breath

The skybound sol rays a pallid disease

"Mommy! Where are you? I am cold and scared!"

"Little one, be silent. Unto the earth you are spared."

No rainbows nor fairies adorn my bed

As darkness slips over my obscuring, wet head

I am weak, I am pale, my humours have shunned

My soul has been cast though my body clings on