A.M.D.G.
2005-01-27
English 2-B
Chris Johnston
In My Dreams, Dearest
In My Dreams, Dearest,
There is only you.
I dream of being captured,
In a cage of wrought iron.
Then you come,
To set me free;
I am the falcon,
Soaring high.
And you are the wolf,
Running under and watching.
I plunge,
You lunge,
In for the kill.
I plunge,
You lunge,
At those whom you detest forevermore,
At the Shadowspawn, and Nevermore.
