Canopy of Dreams
A lurking shadow lies
Darkened eyes gleam
In the dust, it spies
Under
The canopy of dreams
Sharpening teeth
As if they were blades
An emptied sheath
A lovely serenade
Forming schemes
Under
The canopy of dreams
The pursuit of a touch
To make skin icy cold
With a frenzied clutch
You can be controlled
If it rips the seams
Under
The canopy of dreams
Copyright © Winsome Whales | Year Posted 2018
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