If you and I were to weave our dreams,
What a pretty sight would that be!
In silky gossamer and swirling
filigree,
Each moonlit panel a portal to
infinite possibility.
Vast azure oceans of beauty,
Evening balls with seraph, dryad and
fey,
A lover's kiss, a promise of a new
day,
A darkened path lit up by a sudden,
inspiring ray.
Ah! But hideous phantoms cry out, too.
A hunter's moan, the prey's low groan
of pain.
Fear in every corner, boon entangled
with bane,
Chased by Death's claws, trying to
flee in vain.
If you and I were to weave our dreams,
Let the moonlight break the fragile
shell of our nightmares,
Let the burnished glow of our hopes
emerge,
And let us sweetly slumber, without
fear of dark traps or snares.
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