Dreamer, dreamer are you there?
Dreamer, dreamer have a care,
a soul roams free of reality,
a soon to be enemy of thee.

Feathers of black surround thou soul,
to smother and hide thy mind
but never bet upon an open hole,
shield and protect in kind.

though flights of angels wing their way,
interperate as you will,
soon there will come a day
that their song turns to a shrill

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Penned by my hand on the 4th of Sarapin, in the year 243 AF.