In my dream
the tower stood
waiting for the
master in cape and hood.
In purple velvet
he approached,
daring his great
defense be broached.
Upon the noiseless
tongues of lightning,
his visage spread
mighty and frightening.
The terror seized
my every limb,
to think he did
it on a whim.
Though I did not
see, I saw
the fire that burned
his brain so raw.
I wondered why
he so cursed me,
for only after
did I [...]
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