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A dream dreamt I last nightof the sun’s sweet warmth and light,
rising high above my head
while asleep lay I in my bed.
A dream dreamt I last night
of a wind-fraught feather’s flight,
flying high above my head
while asleep lay I in my bed.
A dream dreamt I last night
of a winged angel’s careful might,
soaring high above my head
while asleep lay I in my bed.
Awoken was I early this morn’
by the cold and bitter moon, forlorn,
by the weighted lead my heart does adorn,
by the demon that was of Satan born,
while dead lay I in my tomb.
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lostinthecrowd [2005-01-17 03:25:19 +0000 UTC]
i like this.
the way you chose not to rhyme the last line
"while dead lay i in my tomb"
adds to the unexpected nature of the ending and the suddeness and finality (is that a word?) of it.
good job *thumbs up*
(btw this is katie )
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