these are my last days
my last dreams
unfamiliar stars shine
in foreboding skies
soft rain taps lightly
on my cold body
journey under the world
into dreams of mist
silent trees glowing in the moonlight
across shady groves
drifting through the valley
twisting, gnarled trees
in forgotten woods
finding desolate stones
arches through walkways
beneath overgrown castles
haunting in the world of dreams
flying in the mists of trees
vines and stones veil them now
where labyrinths grew
loving and vibrant comes the light
from behind the shining doors
laid within the antique wall
I pass into the space
I'm blending and bleeding into nothing
being with no one
these are my last days
my last dreams

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