Muse

Poor Aedh was one to wish
For the fancy sheets
and ...
He had not the heavens' cloths
And naught but mere fleeting froths
Humble Aedh spilled his measly dreams on the floor.
[A grim mosaic, a confining ceiling, and a tight-shut door]

Trample upon every little shard
Kill the messenger and the bard

Poison uttered
Souls fluttered
Blurry existence enwrought with pain
Endless fated peaks to attain
And bottomless dim skies
Embroidered with stars and lies

Aedh had to atone:
A dream's tomb is a stepstone
Then, there is light in the half light
And sunshine upon the end of a night

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Footnote:
The image posted herein is The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai.