The Dream
A dark room
a smoke-covered floor
a cry for help
a plead for an answer
the emptiness and the lonliness
crowding over me
a spoken command
a threatning promise
fueled by the force of love
an outburst of power
reshapes the land
and restores this nightmare
into a dream
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