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Dream, sweet one, of dreams.
Let no nightly shade wake your slumber.
Dream of peace, gently and swaying
On drifting leaves tread and wander.
Dream, sweet one of laughter.
Dream of song and dance and fair merriment.
Spellbound, gaze as maidens' voices
Through the City of Trees echo faint.
Dream, sweet one, of sorrow.
Dream of crimson and harsh-tasting metal.
The immortal Three even in passing
The world now evermore changed.
Dream, sweet one, of silence.
Dream of shadow and lonely twilight pale.
Murmured fading of wood hears no-one
And all remains thus, Mallorn's whisper.
Do you dream now of starborne night?
Do you dream now of firelight?
A smile, in cerulean, azure
Or the tears, perchance, take flight...
Dream, sweet one, of dreams.
Let no nightly shade wake your slumber.
'Til at last, eyes flutter awoken
Find the softly snow-breath of first white.
Author's Note: The lines "dream, sweet one, of dreams" and "or the tears, perchance, take flight" suddenly appeared in my head during a school trip, and I decided to work them into a poem. I was originally going to write about the Dragonlance series but decided against it as my memories of it are rather fuzzy, having last read the books a long time ago.
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