The City sleeps beneath a starless sky
whereon the moon has never writ a tale.
The dead undreaming, wake the dreaming eye,
to gaze upon the living face now pale
with fear. Shall shadows shadowed, black on black,
now cast sharp shapes upon a sleeping mind?
And dreamers dreaming, suddenly awake,
to see awake the visions of the blind?
Which fatal vision through the passing years,
brings forth in sound and fury, meaningless,
the ravings of one dreaming mad, who fears,
and crimes left uncommitted must confess.
who kneels before christ crucified and screams.
the waking world become the world of dreams.
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