| Life is but a dream
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| Once two suns were born to
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| Nyx goddess of Night and Hypnos God of Sleep
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| The eldest was Morpheus, who lived in the visions of dreamers
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| Rising to his calling, meant someone must abandon all other paths
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| For the prospect of greatness
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| Thus heroes and kings called Morpheus, the destiny bringer
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| To accept his gift, required impossible risk
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| And loneliness in the midst of adoration
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| But to deny him — madness
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| Then, there was Phobetor, whom they called the dread crawler
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| For he dwelled only in nightmares
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| And fed on the acrid fumes of human fear
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| A shapeshifter, he appeared as the manifestation of terror
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| Forcing a choice between the path of uncertainty
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| And the path, of mediocrity
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| To meet Phobetor’s gaze required great courage
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| To look away — shame
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| Only in the grey hour, in the moments of shadow and light
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| Will the balance of power dangle
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| Between the destiny bringer’s favor
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| And the dread crawler’s wrath
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| Only there, between waking and sleep
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| Will we recognize, our true path |