Tis but a dream...
And yet here I lie doused in perspiration
Beneath the eyes of my steed near an exuberant stream
Despite the desire to mount, I endured hesitation
To thy feet I rose unto the furtile earth to gaze in the ether's gleam
Amongst the omninous clouds fell an evanescent sun
Rain. Tears of Heaven came down to greet thee
Swiftly, I raise thy sword foward to Troy; the wait is quite done
I look to my noble beast and mount as it neighs proudly
Like a man possessed I raced beyond the mountaineous land
Pounding cuirass in one hand and raising thy sword in the other
Ere hearing a voice sounding trite, yet bland
T'was quite not to be mistaken as there was not such another
Perhaps the being in that dream...no I may be mistaken
I may not be well in mind, and yet this voice...
And so I strode toward the sound, however shaken
Preserving thy dignity ere insanity may rejoice
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