Languorous

A permeating sound

The Prince of the air

Dark images abound

While blind eyes stare

Beyond the glare

Lies a false light

Need not despair

No need to fight

Held spellbound

Without a care

Liege shadows surround

And close the snare

Without fan fare

Taking flight,

An ensuing nightmare,

No need to fight

Lost and not found

Forever elsewhere

Whirling around,

Without a prayer,

One to declare,

There’s no wrong or right

In the dragon’s lair

No need to fight

A hideous affair

Wallowing in blight,

Sink into the chair

No need to fight

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