Fleeting Nightmare (a poem)

Lost time in cold, leaden fields
Forsaken epochs, unable to yield
Shadow desires, darkly concealed
I wear my armor like a beaten shield
Stone-faced, aching, my fate is sealed
Blood on my body swiftly congeals
And you, my love, are not here
A tender touch to tell me
Everything will be okay
And this dark landscape
Is but a fleeting nightmare

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