Dreaming Beast

Sat, 05/11/2013 - 23:29 -- jtan139

In a tired wake of forgotten dreams, taken aback by its illegible scenes, dowsed in sweat unlike any stream, what manner of beast could have sent for thee.
Slowly it crept, through the shadows of thought; ever so greatly it must not be sought. However, to no avail, the memories begin to flutter like hail. Encroaching upon the veiled curtains of ghastly fears, not knowing if it would bring about tears, how can a dream give birth to such despair? Is there any salvation to spare?

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