The Land Of Dreams
In the mid of summer air,
I sweep skeletons into a closet
The lock of brass and brawn holds tight
Though there is a lock on the other side
If they wanted,
With bone white fingers
To unlock the door into my dreams
I would have no choice but to be subjected
To eternal winter in my sleep
Where the air was once sweet,
And the forests enchanted
Butter-flys sang and rabbits danced
The darkness would come,
Put the creatures to rest
Frost on the bare leafless trees
And all I could do was sit and watch,
Them take my Land Of Dreams
- Me
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Each day I'll try to post a poem discribing how my day went. (:
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the northern crusader
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