Where unicorns and dragons dance around me.
A meadow of a green quickly fades to a world of darkness
Where all I can see is the light of those two beings.
I wish for it to stop, for this nightmare to come to an end
Though can one really ward off a Dream?
Those with the Gift can, though what can they do for me?
Am I a Chosen One as well, or just another to be haunted by these visions?
To be torched by what I can’t have
What I can’t touch
What I can’t feel...
Beauty is so real, so close
The power so strong, so dear
I reach a hand out, my fingertips brushing the very edge...
And yet...
I cannot touch it
It is too far away and the dawn comes upon me again...
And the dream fades away, the visions with the rising sun...
And I am left alone...
In this atrocious place known as “reality”
To morn for loss of the night
And to rejoice for the freedom of the morning.
