• The dreams of people: by gargoyle of the dark

    The moon is full, and people sleep,
    tucked tight in their warm soft beds,
    but their minds are never sleeping,
    and a new day begins in their heads.

    their minds begin to wander,
    into worlds, realistic or bizarre,
    the soul begins to travel,
    and soon, the souls get far,

    oh wondrous visions, of determination and desire,
    fill the peoples' closed yet open eyes,
    some dreams of being with a lover again,
    and for some being able to fly,


    for some being in a peaceful world,
    and some for being with friends,
    some with ambitions and goals,
    and some who only want money to spend.

    but, there are some dreams, oh yes,
    that are not at all as good as I have told,
    like dreams of falling and dreams of crying,
    and dreams of memories so cold....

    there are dreams of monsters,
    both human, and both beastly,
    dreams of fear and desperation,
    and dreams of losing ones dearly,

    those dreams, they tend to scar,
    and tear apart at ones brain,
    and give birth to even darker nights,
    that come and go like rain,

    those dreams are not dreams,
    but nightmares of the darkest kind,
    like a snake it wraps around you,
    and squeezes your life in a bind,

    but after darkness,
    theres always light,
    a new day shines again as all eyes open,
    and dreams, good and bad, once again, settle,
    (at least until tonight).