Hope
Hope’ is a dagger that pricks the heart
With blood red holes from bladed dart
And wounds the soul of promise bright
Oh, blessed dreams in blackest night
Pray show me pity, sweet relief
Lest savage point plunge over deep
To end ‘Hopes’ fearsome treachery
And leave me cold, no more to weep.
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