In a dream, I was a Summoner,
Priestess of a broken land,
Dancing on glistening still waters
And, sorrowful and weary,
Willed the jealous dead
To fade to their eternal rest.
When I woke, I found the dream was real:
A broken land is forming anew,
But I am broken still,
And, clinging to memories,
Keep my brave mask in place
As I feel my faded dream's last embrace.
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