In the midnight sky, as breeze passes by,
In our sleep, we tend to fly,
To a place where dreams seem to lie.
Dreams whisper on clouds in silver light,
We see in shining armor a knight,
Who wields his sword and provides justice to what's right.
Dreams are a picture of the future, some blurred, some clear,
Where hearts feel safe and fears disappear.
But deep beneath those dreamy skies,
Lies a darker place where nightmares reside.
They steal your breath, haunt your soul,
A terror hidden, your body they control.
A face unknown with a sudden fall,
The night consumes you with shadows' creepy call.
But nightmares, no matter how cold and severe,
Are born from dreams, the same sphere.
Each night comes with stories brand new,
This is your reminder that nightmares are dreams too.
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