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By: Feign~

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 time was when nights were fair and full
 stars shone in the waters
 reflecting tumbling van Gogh stars
  and a certain silent softness
 blanketed my soul
  on gently drifting isinglass 
 the moonbeams filtered through
  and dreams did too…
  .
  and never were there monsters
  when my eyes closed to sleep
  not under bed or overhead
 my dreams were ever sweet
 a coronet of flowers
 the fairies wove for me
 for I was Princess of my dreams
  they circled around me
  .
 all that I desired
 all I held most high
 all the love I did not know
  the things I kept inside
  the innocence of childhood
  those too, I knew to hide
 but none could take my dreams away
 no matter how they tried
 .
 As I grew older I did see
 my wall of dreams pierced 
  imperceptibly
  I lacked the strength to push away
  the devils that would plague my day
 sometimes they would sneak inside
 on their night mares,they would ride
  .
  the moral of my dreams is this
  the cradle of my young dreams bliss
 intrusion of the serpents hiss
 the dreams I built, the dreams struck down
  the wilting of a flowered crown
 they will not keep a dreamer down
 for now she knows this world is real
 and life, sometimes her dreams reveal
 .
Feign…Leslie