Posted by Forever on February 07, 19100 at 19:52:15:
Sweet Dreams Soft as ice, chasm deep- the mysteries of sleep. Dreams become the coldest light in darkness. The spectral denizens Take flight, so willing weary eyes to follow in The nether realm.
The spirits there, They seldom part The veils of Mist in mornings- Offer only winsome warnings Of quixotic things. To live beneath the quilted Warmth the bitter winter brings. End.