Strange Things

Strange things gave birth here
To needful dreams’ red ruin
Our luckless abjurations
Falling like a dead man’s tears

That miscarriage of irony
Feels like reverie deferred
And every step we madly take
Fetches us one step nearer our grave

With feet fleet upon the kismet wind
We might welcome the cruel descent
But when we fall from human grace
What debris is left adrift?

For stranger things than once dwelled here
Now haunt this homeless place
Like bloodless wraiths crying out for sleep
Our hope to grey surrenders

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