Dream Catchers Disappear

The art of dreams, Is that of Holy things. Mastered by the abused, A people of such romantic views. Once their arts had been taught, The newcomer repressed their very thoughts. A man of intergrity, a man of valor, Helped another in his darkest hour. His thoughts were clean, his thoughts were pure, Of the other man's he could not be sure. When the time came, to all live in peace, The newcomer came followed by beast. Giving the order, with sword in hand, "You will stay here no more!" was his deadly command.