|Goodnight, my loved
one. Go to sleep.
Open up your book of dreams.
Outside your soul, the world that seems
Descends to darkness, vast and deep.
Now may all your devils dance
Incarnate in your midnight sun,
Gods made flesh in worlds your own,
Having each its sunlit chance
That you might wake at peace and whole.
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