Mye: The World Elsewhere – The Second

The next three verses in my story-poem entitled Mye: The World Elsewhere. You can find the full set on the allocated page.

Look now, good listener,
Can you see that shaking child,
Who is free from all rest here,
The Fearful Dreamer cries out, wild.

*The Fearful Dreamer*

In dreams I find no respite,
The stories told there hold no peace,
Sweating I awake from a race unsung,
My heart crusading still in lands not won.

And the world passeth away,
Deep in slumber I tumble, chained,
To fear, like a beast held in masters field,
When he comes to strike, there is no shield.


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