Dream Catcher

A sea of souls lie beneath the moon, like a mirrored lake
Somewhere between death and dream, Lies the moonlight the path dreamers must take.
The soul catcher waits, watching with eyes so hollow, in a dream world so beyond compare nothing else can follow.
Take her hand if you will, feel the cold clammy touch of of her skin, then close your eyes and let the nightmare begin
Beauty her spell, death her gift, so close your eyes and let your soul just drift

sweet dreams and sweeter nightmares

The End

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