hope from noombedreams EP by MortBones

Mort is a joke...

She comes at Dawn
Of Suns going right and Moons going wrong
Puts a warm Hand on your steaming Jar’s top
A sun to your troubled forehead’s moan

She offers solace and comfort—a ghoul of a ghost
A glimmer, a shimmer; the light
At the end of the path of an ambi-mortal coil
Silence, sleep, and the promise of Midas’s gold

She is a messiah
A trickster of the honestmost sort
Harlot nature with which she was born
Builds religion in the heart’s solemn, loneful mourn

Her unnamed card’s name is epoH
The one who wishes, but acts not
The Sorrow of Hope
The Joy of Hope

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