Every night before I sleep
I lie awake and wonder
What a lucky bear Franscesca is
To accompany you in your slumber
To watch over you as you rest
In an unearthly peace, dear maiden
But, what can I do. Every day is a test,
In this world; a chaotic haven.
For even as i lie down to rest
Chaos envelops my mind
Which, every night creates an illusion
Or a devilish and chaotic kind...
A chaotic breed of humans who know no peace
Who are armed with axes and swords
Who run a mock in the world
To kill, and utter not a word.
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