In this nightmare, fear may say
These words I never meant to learn.
Shredding dreams along the way;
Reiterate upon return.
Leather darts awake the night,
To contradict this forty-two.
Crowns of oil awaiting light,
To count the white sheep left to chew.
Taught by whispering to a rose:
Burdening it with silver chains.
To free it now, this gate must close;
And separate evolving pains.