Bruce Spencer on Nostr: npub1nxty7…a055a She sleeps haunted dreams in the depths of her bower, Cursed, by ...
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She sleeps haunted dreams in the depths of her bower,
Cursed, by the ones who came before, with eternal dreams,
For a wrong she did not suborn.
She hears the distant calling of life in her dark night.
The drapes fold around her, cold and still.
What can she see with that eye that never opens?
A horizon that she can never reach?
A Distant calling.
Her journey through the vastness of time, through cold, pale dreams, through endless madness.
Lay down oh maiden,
You, the end of all things.
NOTE: Now that image was inspiring Doc. Thanks!
She sleeps haunted dreams in the depths of her bower,
Cursed, by the ones who came before, with eternal dreams,
For a wrong she did not suborn.
She hears the distant calling of life in her dark night.
The drapes fold around her, cold and still.
What can she see with that eye that never opens?
A horizon that she can never reach?
A Distant calling.
Her journey through the vastness of time, through cold, pale dreams, through endless madness.
Lay down oh maiden,
You, the end of all things.
NOTE: Now that image was inspiring Doc. Thanks!