I do not know where I’ve gone
Every deed to my name is but a dream
In the shackles of the past
Somehow I was lost
In an unjust fit of frustration and woe
Left to wallow, in the fallout I’ve spawned
There is a great mist, rising over the past
As a night of new terrors
Draws cautiously near
I’m a myth to myself
A colossal unknown
A wandering, wavering ghoul
A lone dreamer, deferred

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