Necromancer's Folly

There is no loss, but to dream A sickly sweet and bitter thing The nightly luminescent tease made of promises; broken, these There is no joy, but to wake and give chance to partake in thoughts whispered to my ear when at night, I dreamt, my dear There is no sorrow but to know That consequence will never show My work is nothing but a fool's dream And death is permanent as it seems