Chase The Land of Dreams

It’s cold and cruel the world of men.
in it we feel so lost
We sleep and dream of better things
We escape the harsh reality
To hear the sirens song
In dreams we learn
Solve the greatest riddles
In dreams we fly afar
To wake again at morning light
With our war torn hearts
The world is dying inside us
And outside has lost its magic
We see the news filled with despair
And weep, it’s oh so tragic
But worse still our depression
Our burning need to die away
Is inside our very brain
Eating like a parasite
Let go the pain and fall asleep
Dream of elf queens and dragon kings
Where fire dances and flowers sing
Rest and you may be anything
For you are made of magic
You can be a god yourself
An elf, a cat, a dragon
You can dream up anything
I believe in you my child
I’ll be there waiting
By the waterfall you shall see
My love for you is vast
Go I’ll be there soon no more tragedy
To the land of dreams

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Haunted by Her

The lady of shadows haunts me
And my heart feels lost at sea
Alone I am an empty king
But you stand here reminding me
Of promises I made to write
To pour my soul on page
So tired I spend all my time
Studying ever so late
And when the days fade to night
If I sleep will I again wake
I tire of the glaring lights
Aniya left me to my fate
And I hold everything said
Between us always in memory
Lest I be once more dead
And heart set free

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You are Made of Magic

Rest, rest your weary head.
The day is long and never ends.
Mornings filled with dread,
But if you sleep then dream,
Of places old and magic.
Go, dear one, to the place of dragons.
The waking world is cold and cruel,
people in it lie.
Sleep and dream of fantastic things
Where pterasaurs still fly.
There you’re free of worldly care
To play in fields of flowers.
Yes there you can wile away the hours
Sleep and dream of happy things,
forget for now the misery,
for there Lady Aldra sings,
That you are filled with magic!

Where Is My Moon

The stars refuse to shine
In the noon-light
The sun bask the world aglow
But my heart is cold, empty, dark
And filled with fright
Where did my troubled moon go
Now it’s clear clasped in hand
Your radiance eclipsed
By my growing sorrows
The love we had,
Not mine to demand
How can the tides still ebb
The sea rock and flow
If I must let the moon go?

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