Dark Dreams


As the days start to get dark and the heart of winter comes   the dancing lights guide me to my dark prince, he sings me songs of longing in a sad sweet melody that breaks my heart and makes me weep. Then he caresses my face with his stone white hand and looks at me with blue green eyes that reach out to touch my soul and as he grows closer my dream comes to an end and as I rise to a hazy blue sky I think back to him.


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