
Here and now is the dreamers tale;
Whistling and howling deep;
Fragrant fields of beauty bright;
The grasses wave within the wind.
The fresh brewed taste of summer ale;
Memories of hope kept sweet;
Sun vast in the sky with light
As laughter rolls on every bend.
Then blue skies turn black;
A cry rings beyond time;
In the distance there erupts a fire;
She senses something dark.
The people rush back;
War bells begin to chime;
A sinister evil breeds desire;
Placing a shroud upon my heart.
I open my eyes and ears;
The land is afire under my feet;
I know that deepened bellow;
The demon from Hellish lands.
Out of shadow he appears;
My fear now complete;
The seed of hate he bestows;
Upon the dreamers hands.
She closes her eyes momentarily
Darkness evolves around her
Engulfing the very one she is;
Grasping and clawing at her heart of truth.
Time passing like an eternity
Nebulous begins to stir;
Rising to sate his need for bliss;
Looking to destroy the whole of you.
The dreamer thus steps in;
With her ray of blinding light;
Created from love so whole;
Giving life to save a life.
Energy from within;
Day turns t o night;
To save the forge of souls
She must survive the strife.
In the end all is well;
You are safe and sound;
But, the dreamer who is now gone;
Finds herself trapped by he.
The planet of Satan and his Hell
Fire and pain in Hells' ground;
The dreamer fighting Satans' song
Chained by Nebulous for eternity.
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It would be a thousand years
Before her chains broke free;
Living in tortured skin;
With thoughts of suffering pain.
She sheds her weary tears;
She sends out a beacon in a dream;
Living with prayer for sin;
To keep from going insane.
But, would someone overhear
Would anyone ever know;
The dreamer lost to eternity;
Never knowing how she'd fall.
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But, wait, someone shed a tear;
Immortal God... The forge of souls
Receiving her beacon in his dreams
He would be the one to answer her call.
About the Creator
Jessica Taylor
My deepest desire is to be able to help people; since I am too shy to be a professional speaker I decided that writing is my next best option. However, I do love the feel of the pen upon the page and the clicking of my keys on my keyboard.



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