I rise from my bed
As visions of faeries and my woes
Continue to dance in my head.
I dance to the melody
Of their joyful songs.
The laughter echoes in my voice.
Smiling I lay back down
And start to see visions of
Demons and blood.
What caused this terror?
There I see my faeries in a horrible death.
I scream and rise from my slumber,
For it was all, just as dream.

 
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