[Prose] A mournful goodnight.

A mournful goodnight.

Tis in the twilight of the early morn,
That I wakeup in delighted fright.

For never have I ever woke up
to such a unlikely aftersight.

Only in the dreams of dreams,
could come such an extreme.

The longing, the desires,
so beyond my humble esteem.

Yet do I not dare mention the like,
for the impossible will ever be my blight.

So goodnight morning. Good mourning, night. So mourning, this unlikely goodnight.

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