Sing O' Dreamer,
your song so full of light,
dimmed in the twilight of the night,
filled with fae dust,
brought from the land of virtue and lust,
on dark eyelashes the due falls,
opening our eyes to the lights flaws,
sit still and breathe in the stars,
exhale and let the ash carry to mars,
let magic drift over you freely,
open up yourself,
nothing worthwhile is ever easy,
watch the gloam pass as he humms a tune,
praying it never stops,
but hoping the ends soon,
So, Sing O' Dreamer or the night,
let me rest in this dark light.
