”..and now even his dreams mock him.
From dark comfort in silence bred
To nightmare ever horrid.
Once where places were of refuge
Now they trigger but stark pain,
And all attempts to run from arrows
End up running but in vain.
So in sleep, in sleep he yearns,
To have some hope of future played;
But in soundness of mind he yearns for sleep,
And in his sleep he screams to wake.”