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!

Sleep Paralysis

By Damien Knight Drifting, eyes closed on the edge Frozen to my bed, clinging the weight on my chest the sound of bells ringing Drifting, voices in my head Suffocating, try to scream my voice empty, dead fear owns me now And I try to fall asleep Or wake from this awful thing but I can’t move, breathe I feel the sleep demons sting I pray, the voices mock This cage, is my body my brain is the lock…

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Sleep Paralysis

By Damien Knight

Drifting, eyes closed on the edge
Frozen to my bed, clinging
the weight on my chest
the sound of bells ringing
Drifting, voices in my head
Suffocating, try to scream
my voice empty, dead
fear owns me now
And I try to fall asleep
Or wake from this awful thing
but I can’t move, breathe
I feel the sleep demons sting
I pray, the voices mock
This cage, is my body
my brain is the lock
sleep paralysis