Power
In the guise of a dream,
Coating everything with mist
So thin
It can’t be seen.
But it’s dangerous.
It glazes the eyes.
It blinds.

It fears the light
And tints the dark
With rose and confusion.
It deludes reason,
Pacifies her.
It befriends doubt,
Charms him,
Devours him.

Crafted from water,
Yet weak to fire.
Threatened by embers,
Candles,
And the Sun.
One day, it will burn.
It will always burn.
Don’t burn with it.

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