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
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