The Dreamscape pt. 3
Around nightfall, the snow
Starts its descent Each flake with its own shape
Building a finished castle In the silence of the dark
The streets whistling
As wind picks up its speed
Changing powder to ice
And ice to perfection
The blue sky along the crystal
Pulsates with energy and light
And a rainbow skates with grace
Where fire turns to ash
A pointed finger is all it takes
Towards your misty breath
That rises toward the sky
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