IRE OF ILLUSIONS
A dream is like a treasure box
Where deepest thoughts and desires collide
No one can steal even the wildest fox
Until sweetest delusions hide.
Nightmare is but a hollow well
Where dread and qualms hone
Hope you wake up with the ringing bell
Until dreadful memories gone.
Lies quash a somnolent soul
Massif beneath a wound less heart
But leer sat on empty ghoul
Mirage drown like ancient art.
Dreams are galaxy of brightened veil
As nightmares are storm of largest hail.
salasbpa 