Sleepless Dream Weaver
. . .
Through the encumbering looming shadows,
the mists and cold the path goes.
With limping steps treading slowly
the madness within haunting relentlessly.
Here one stand struggling,
the defiant who bows to nothing
the forsaken who answers to no one.
The outcast who followed no rule
and recognizes no master
Here one carving a story
be it glory or obscurity
to victory or demise
. . .
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