That beautiful figure, hidden among the strings.
Those angel feathers, I clasp in my hands.

In that dark sleep, I hear her sing.
The timeless ocean resting with the sand.

I feel the breeze from that angel’s wings.
Her golden halo rests on her hand.

Only one would this dream have for her King.
The Dreamcatcher ensnared in her strand.

The End

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