Sad dream
His eyes
Are clear skies
No more clouds can he remember
But the lightning has sparked
Their live embers
The flames are out now
But the damage is done
To my old friend
Burned as if it was the sun
I traveled to see him
And forgot at the end
And now I fear
I’ll never see him again
I’ve caught a glimpse
Of his angered spirit
And now it tears me apart
To know that his anger and disgust is so deep and dark
He scorns thy name
With no revenge
This sad dream
Never ends
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