by Michael

A sweet dream of dreams,
How tender and sweet the creams.
A tear fell and turned to crystal,
Without the shot of her mighty pistol.


Now the cries of hatred ring out,
and the fighting starts with a roundabout.
Searing pain and lustful thoughts,
I wonder what good is wrought.


And to see without dreaming,
While the place turns loud with screaming.
Our pain is but a thought in this space,
so to live is not our place.


A splash of blood and vein,
to show them we live in pain.
She turned us in to the evil,
and spoke aloud in the Medieval.


But let not this end on sad note,
but to live on without your summer coat.
So please bring your friends to this lake,
And hope not the sun for us to Bake.


A quick smile of the devil,
and you scream from me to another level.
Gnashing and tearing,
You wish it not to be scaring.


Yet my love for death and you,
bring me to play on a toy of BOO.
Now we join hand in hand to go out,
And bring in our blood scout.


Now we end in smiles,
This to be in miles.
Shows that I can care,
about you more than that Grizzly bear.


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