Only in dreams will it appear,
a place free of sorrow and fear.
A plane of existence where ideas become fabrications,
spectacles of unfathomable beauty behold an aberration.
Fleeting dreams build a foundation,
through webs of ethereal gestation.
The web of dreams expands forever,
from the hearts of wanderers it could never sever.
Silver moonbeams caress the waxen flowers,
inviting dream-seekers into the illustrious bower.
The crippled keeper tends the garden of gleam,
as the angel of nightmares ushers an eternal dream.
So sleep to pay a visit to the lunar garden,
it will be sure to grant you a pardon.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...