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I see in dreams The Dames of Affliction
The powers of suffering through great addiction
Like spokes on a mill they grind and revolve
Tearing children from mothers slain to the sword
The dames are three: Tears, Sighs and Darkness
Whose kingdoms dwell and griefs incarnate
In the heart of man where silence reigns
Speak not in words but signs to the brain
They wheel in mazes – I trace their steps
Conspire through mirrors I read from depths

The Tears break hands that guide us blind beggars
The Sighs taunt hopeless in dungeons of terror
And Darkness, her kingdom, a narrow confine
Funnels the temptress of suicide

And through my dreams the Tears cry
Seasons me for her sister of Sighs
Who weathers my carcass to sister of Darkness
Banishing my spirit of catharsis

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