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In these soft dreams, I see it seems,

an Archon of the shadow–

To me it means, which deep dreams,

are fallen words now hollow.

Long fallen now, I question how,

this Archon whispers to me–

With sweated brow, I forward plow

infertile dreams, which none may see.

In rippled wake, I try to take

the Archon’s lessons learned–

I try to take from the shadow’s wake,

the truth and lies discerned.

By shadowed show, the words do flow,

from the Archon’s ethereal form–

In whispers slow, in light so low,

the shadow’s dreams are born.

From fateful shore and darkened door,

the Archon told the sovereign truth–

I implored of the ancient shore,

yet, bore the burden of youth.

Worn and torn, he stood forlorn,

the Archon of the shadow–

Weary and worn, tattered and torn,

yet, in the darkness, I follow.