Once upon an illusive dream I happened upon a mystic,
and with a wave of his magical wand, he produced
a spectrum of vivid colors which had never been seen
by the mortal eye.
I then witnessed a maiden laced in gold and seated
on a thrown of sweet myrrh.
She was the scent of wild flowers, and her hair flowed
ever so gently in the breeze.
I'm suddenly awakened by the jailer,
for it is time for me to take my last walk
down this corridor of death.
My doom awaits me within this icy cold room,
and I sit upon this wooden chair weeping!
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