Dictator, bear me all you know
Or else dictate the mortal shine
Of children, laughing at the show
Of people, as this mortal spine
Breaks, as almost red abandon
Writes away the day of dreams
Whence the heart in mute abandon
Rites aside the mortal screams
Of the dead, as greenest fear
Rips the eyes from out the grey
Milky thralling of the tear
That glows within the forest fey!
Dreams create creations
For all the world’s damnations?
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