The Defense Dreams
By: Prince Trystan
Clear, blue skies; no signs of rain
To wash away my endless pain
The dreams I have across the miles
Raise up my demons and heartless trials
Hopes are a weakness; feelings, a weight
Transforming my being to its most vulnerable state
I can't give them up, for that's when I die
And give up my wings, unable to fly
I keep holding on, dreams tight in my fist
The magic they give me, too hard to resist
The pleasure inherent outweighs the stree
Although the indulgence may lead to duress
I smoke cigarettes and drink coffee black
Silently waiting for the next attack
Protecting my fronts; barricading my dreams
Preparing my voice for the upcoming screams
Spearing the enemy who would besiege my hopes
Tying them up and tightening the ropes
Seeing their faces twisted with rage
As they try to escape my tightly locked cage
How, you may wonder, do I exact my revenge?
Expose them to dreams until they make amends
And when they do, I turn them to sprites
That fly through my dreams, all through the night
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