Alexander S. Peak

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’Twas in the light of day the sorrowful mind weeps

Like a willow unto the grace of the gods


Asleep I am now!

And nevermore shall I dream.

Unto these unholy gods with tears

And thoughts planted deeply,

I come to my escape,

Under this tree,

Under the shadow of Death Himself,

I dreamlessly sleep forever more.

Authored 2006 by Alexander S. Peak