Death aligns, betwixt the dusk and dawn
Reaping souls, on the dead winds, borne
Enticed by sirens, a dream weaver wends
A course, for flight, where life transcends
Marooned, in a reality, is mortality's realm
Within oneironautality, is a dream to helm
Eventide may await, but the ocean's deep
As unfathomable depths, ascend, in sleep
Voyage to the void, avoid the reaper's land
Expel the torment, sleep paralysis planned
Run with a bore, of another dream weaver
2 vessels sailing abeam, within a sea fever
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