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Jerked awake
From the sleep of the Dead
Where in the pasture of Nightmares,
I stood victorious over
A demoness
Who's hair and eyes were
reminescent of the fires of Hell.
Cold sweat
beaded my forehead.
Why was I awakened ?
I listened again.
This time my
Heart
and
Soul
Heard your cry of Anguish
and sensed
Your self righteous Anger
for once, was not directed at me.
Instantly,
I was wolf alert,
Ready to battle the Foe
Which threatened you.
Only to realize,
You are no longer mine to save.