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Date Posted: 22:43:54 04/05/02 Fri
Author: Kaitlyn
Subject: DreamCatcher

Across the body of a sleeping soul,
call the desperate cries for joys of yore,
but shadows of demons have claimed this ground,
and your bright peaceful visions are done for.
So while the wails begin to sound,
the lieing fog clouds up the truth,
a child's heart races, a constant pound,
of wild black horses with claw not hoof.
The monsters lurk from beneath the bed,
their breath of ice beneath your skin,
dripping fangs and fiery teeth,
have gone beyond the mind within.

Let go of your tear-stained blanket boy,
reach for the dreamcatcher high,
save yourself from the nightmare's ploy,
for the dreamcatcher's spirit is nigh.

Brave white knights and magnificent steeds,
hounds of silver and gold,
Demons are battled till each black heart bleeds,
by the Dreamcatcher's army of Olde.
Monsters are herded back under the bed,
Caged within bars of your thought,
Charged from the grounds of your sleeping head,
where their horrors are simply forgot.
Then knights of the DreamCatcher return to their home,
their hounds shining proudly behind,
Your thoughts are now safe for your dream-self to roam,
As, the DreamCatcher fought for your mind.

Let go of your tear-stained blanket boy,
reach for the dreamcatcher high,
save yourself from the nightmare's ploy,
for the dreamcatcher's spirit is nigh.

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