(A Greek Tragedy in Verse) [Prologos: The Dreamer’s Lament]O Fates, cruel weavers of the night’s design,An ache gnaws deep, a thread malign.A nightmare crashes, wild and unbound,Spinning my soul to Stygian ground.I yearn for death’s release, its silent shroud—Yet all’s a lie, a phantom’s taunt aloud:Pain, a game, a smileless jest,A demon’s curse upon my

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