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Fiery shades of orange disappear

And the dusty skies begin to clear

I can feel the coolness of the shade

As I stand here so tightly chained

I can smell the stench of acrid air

I can see the eyes who linger there

I feel my strength wasting away

I am alone, not even the dreams will stay

In and out of deathly sleep

Unconsciousness begins to creep

I see but only misty dark

And darkness dims that inner spark

I fight to keep my eyes awake

I fight to hope the chains might break

My strength seems to be absorbed

And taken by that Golden Orb

As he lowers his steeds out of sight

I welcome the calming twilight

But his eyes are ever in my head

His piercing gaze fills all with dread

His light gives light and threatens death

In darkness comes a moment rest

My dreams are scattered and barely formed

The images die to be reborn

That tiny spark morphs into the palest of blue

And from behind this light

a horned shape shines anew