Firethorn's Den

*×°`·¸.-»*Stolen Dreams*«-.¸·´°×*

Once when I was deep in my sleep,
I tossed and turned and I started
talking to the moon while the stars
tickled the skies making them laugh
that sounded like thunder in my mind,
and the thieves of the night took
away my dreams and hid them behind
my eyelids out of my imagination
maliciously until the knight of my
conscious rode out to the Neverland
where dragons sing the blues to round
them up to help rescue my dreams while
a group of gypsies entertained me trying
to keep me from worries as I sighed
out my favorite mantra over and over,
tossing and turning deep in my sleep.

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