The Dreamer’s dream,
Written through these black pages of her scheme
The Dreamer’s reality,
Sinking low before his entity
The Dreamer’s embedded gift
Given as she slowly shift
Aren’t merely memories
It was more than stories
Throughout miseries,
Another of this dreadful series
Topped with another malice
As the rum poured inside this chalice
The Dreamer’s vision, foreseeing
Shivering, in her mumbling
Cold before her own conscious calling
A nightmare or flower of a deep slumber
Only her who can feel what’s within the chamber
Was it terror? Was it horror?
Was it sorrow? Was it hollow?
Was it pain? Was it vain?
Was it even mentioned of happiness after the rain?
The Dreamer’s dream,
She passed another of this gleam,
Written through his white pages of scheme
The Dreamer’s reality
Waiting to be discover upon her entity