I am scared that
Dreams about overcast skies
And King Aurthur would disappear,
And I would wake up to a world of reality
Stone castles..fire breathing dragons,
Beatiful princesses in my fantasies
Would blend with castles in Windsor,
Coulds form shpaes taking reality
Only in fantasy
Black horses and feature films about,
The search of the holy grail
Mesh with the same intent
The wind rustles the green grass
Caresses the trees
Rusltles the leaves
Calm before the storm
The skies are clearing..
My mind is waking,
An experience of pain,
Claws..
My skin sheds it's soul
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