Spring Valley
Air, yet not, enters my lungs,
As I fall from world on high.
Sunlight of a not-quite sun,
Bombards my dust-filled eyes.
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Gaze sweeps to horizon,
To lands I glimpse, scarce seen.
Creatures whisper in the air,
The spawn of mankind's dreams.
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Hills of grass in all directions,
Under sunlight gold.
Is the dream now ending?
Or is dream yet to be told?
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Before me is a tiny shrine,
A creature beckons hither.
"Come now, there's no time to waste,"
"No time to gawk or dither!"
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Beckoned, I walk to this fellow,
Sense that it will be alright.
With naught but bow, a wink, a smile,
It tells me its name is NiGHTS.
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Countless questions in my head,
But it gestures up to sky.
Asks me what my dream is.
Asks if I would like to fly.
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"No second star, but morning's near,
No time to wait nor tarry.
Wizeman threatens both our worlds,
So let us soar and save Dream Valley."
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I feel like I'm yet to wake,
But fine, give this a try.
A flash, a crash, a dream now told,
As we soar into the sky.