By Dawn

By Dawn

I awoke to the sound of madness.
A translucent perfection of a dream.
There you stood,
Almost frail and frightened, begging, thirsting.
I walked through the dark allies of your refuge,
My senses screamed despair at the long lost memories.
Remember.
Dawn is fast approaching

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