Welcome to my land of Make-Believe.
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Where wolves cry happily on mounds of moon snow.
Where the wind carries to you the howl in its mournful blow.
Where the moon weeps nightly for her lost lovers.
And the stars sing choir songs from their perches, cloud-covered.
Where the ethereal voices of children fly high.
Seeming to push gods and goddesses straight out of the sky.
Where fire burns cold on ashes of spite.
And brings little to the damp, dark nothingness of night.
Where love is a joke amongst men and thieves
And women's broken-hearted tears float down moonlit streams.
Where trees join the chorus of soft night sounds.
Their voices loud and proud drawing your tears to the ground.
Causing hearts to soften so the spikes you've adorned them with fall
like black ash.
And all your long lost dreams and thoughts come back in a flash.
To haunt you like specters, so silent yet appealing.
Trying so hard to help your poor heart and its healing.
Where night is always and day is years away.
This is where I am and this is where you shall stay.
 
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