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The Knight's Battle with Night
The nightmare: He’s always like this
Always that ominous figure in the snow And tonight
He is Morpheus
He is the fearsome tormentor of my dreams He is
Ruthless.
He fills my subconscious
With pieces of horrible memories
And rips open old scars he created.
The Blanket: He’s not always like this
Not always the eager protector bracing for a fight But tonight,
He is Apollo
He is the mighty guardian of my heart He is
Comforting.
He wraps his gracious arms
About my shuddering form And gives me sanctuary.