disquiet rides in
on the pale horse of dreams
cantering amongst moonbeams
impervious to the screams
of the nightmare tossed
despair saunters in
with a flirtatious dance
staying awhile to dance
offering no hope or chance
to the many lost
death stalks in
eyes burning fever bright
looking neither left nor right
an oft blessed blight
if one cares naught about the cost
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