A heavy head hits the pillow,
Cerebral swans take flight
Perfect pureness, snowy white,
Packed with poison, black as night
A madcap race to claim my mind
A swirling storm, chaos it brings
Darkness, corruption, fear spreading
With the touch of raven hued wings
Friendly flocks not far behind,
A soothing touch, a cooling brush
To a terror wracked frame
Repairing all fear's tried to crush
The prize, dominion for the night
Who will win? Who will lose?
Though I hope light prevails
The victor isn't mine to choose
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