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| Neil Gaiman's The Sandman picture source |
When night's black hand chokes out the light
You pray like hell to fall asleep
And there find madness or delight
You're in the Dreaming, dark and deep
Within this realm, King Dream does rule
This is the land he calls his home
The dreams he conjures may be cruel
Beware the time after the gloam
What you expect is what you see
Sand in your eyes, you sleep and then
When dreams become reality
You may not ever wake again.
submitted for dVerse Poetics, We're Going Comic, at dVerse Poets Pub
