The Snworb

The Snworb

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright orange and brown were extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling over Cleveland skies,
Dutchless, and Deuceless, and the empty earth
Plane gone and missing, Foundry without mirth;
Morn came and went - and came, and brought no Snworb.

Author unknown
Found etched on a wall in the West Side Market, July 2005
Advance Regress