DREAMLAND
A mystical realm my spirit enters,
As I leave the illusion my mind renders.
Upwards I float through the tunnel of light,
Leaving my burdens in the dark of night.
The sacred stone I shall behold,
Shining darkly with powers untold.
It beckons my soul to come near,
To release the pain, suffering, and fear.
The Gothic castle that sits on the hill
No longer frightens me, no longer is real.
My bonds have been broken from the misty gloom,
Freed from sadness, loss, and doom.
The forgotten furniture that reeks of mold,
The desk with letters of memories untold,
No longer penetrate the depth of my thought,
For this is a realm where only love is taught.
THE END
A mystical realm my spirit enters,
As I leave the illusion my mind renders.
Upwards I float through the tunnel of light,
Leaving my burdens in the dark of night.
The sacred stone I shall behold,
Shining darkly with powers untold.
It beckons my soul to come near,
To release the pain, suffering, and fear.
The Gothic castle that sits on the hill
No longer frightens me, no longer is real.
My bonds have been broken from the misty gloom,
Freed from sadness, loss, and doom.
The forgotten furniture that reeks of mold,
The desk with letters of memories untold,
No longer penetrate the depth of my thought,
For this is a realm where only love is taught.
THE END