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.