Poets : me_and_my_cat_215 / Nhyterides

theme : dreams

These Dreams

Whispers dance among the shadows.

A sunrise, a sunset,

tangled in webs of gold.

That feeling where everything's just right.

Perfect. Pristine.

Dreams are made of these.

Every thing is perfect

It's as if nothing could go wrong

But, it can.

A dream gone terribly wrong

Shadows darken

To night black

Something is wrong

The darkness has come once more.

Figures loom out of nowhere

Spindly trees wave in the wind

A ghostly silence smothers

The once cheery clearing

The light is

Gone

Wiped out by the

Darkness

As if it was

Not important