Shrine to the Divided God
Do you wrestle with dreams?
Do you contend with shadows?
Do you move in a kind of sleep?
Time has slipped away.
Your life is stolen.
You tarried with trifles.
Victim of your folly.
- Dirge for Jamis on the Funeral Plain, from Songs of Muad'Dib by the Princess Irulan.
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