Twelve Dancing Princesses (Sonnet)

In darkness of night sleep steals you away,

And still is your heart, in your fatigue,

It’s all in your head but to your dismay,

You enter a world full of intrigue.

Often does one fall amidst such a maze,

Where all earthly desires come to life.

From cliffside to bedside nothing can raise,

one’s temperament less blunt than a knife.

To soar like an eagle high above trees,

Or leap across the Earth, Sun, Moon and stars,

Find yourself with quite a jangle of keys,

Each would open a door near or afar.

  When finally both your eyes open,

  A late night escapade is forgotten.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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