I dreamt a dream or a dream dreamt me, I don't know.
Note : I sometimes post poems as notes on my facebook account under the alias "Pseudonymous Rex". I just wanted to make it clear so that if someone stumbles across this there, he/she should know that this isn't plagiarised material.
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Blind he was, to white he woke
Deaf he was, with no voice he spoke
Unbeknownst to himself
Doomed, into Moirae’s cold embrace he strode.
Eden, draped in mist, crowned with dew
Eden, garbed in green in its eternal spring
Eden he beheld
Into doom’s eyes he stared, to his knees he fell.
Through Chronos’s hands into oblivion cast
Lost, into eternity’s loving embrace he passed
Waiting in limbo
The first, he who was doomed to be the last.
Entombed in silence’s womb, a song he heard
Summoning him, a voice he heard
Awoke he who fell
Freed from Oblivion’s grasp, dusk he beheld.
Eden, attired in light, crowned with fire
Eden, garbed in gold, in autumn
Eden he beheld
Tranquil, as if rocked to sleep under a spell.
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