The Wrathes of Slumber

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Waking deep within the night

With every step, I gain more fright

Footsteps ringing in my halls

But when I check, nothing at all

My heart is pounding

Nothing is sounding

but the echoes of forgotten time.

I sit and wait

'til it is too late

To save what has been lost

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