Witches Dream

 

 

She dreamt of a world they belonged to

A place where the blood ran purple

A world where the wars did not reach

A place where all you saw was love in forms unknown

She dreamt of a world they belonged in

The land where boogies under the bed existed

Made tea for breakfast and kept the man next door away

With claws that promised poison pain, never death

She dreamt of a right and wrong

She played keys to songs

She wrote of lands based in faery worlds

She created all they would never understand

 

Author's Note

Cp. 1:36PM Fri 05/23/08 �Beautiful Things� Andian ok just a thought alone a bit lonely lost confused conflicted (Typed, House)

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

This is beautiful... I do think that you should make the font smaller because it makes the format all weird if it's this big... I really liked this piece the feel of it was amazing. I'm not sure what else to say... Good Job!