by J.A. Von Schinzel - Reynolds. 

I, have tapped the spring

In the deep, well of dreams

Screams lining the stream

Feeding the deepest well of dreams

So keep, keep thinking of me

So I, can feed the Sidhe

That bring my thoughts always back to thee

Locked away in my mind’s dark fortress keep

These dreams, where do they lie

You never, ask me why

We will meet, and you shall cry

Ebon tears fill the darkest sky

You are here, in this dream with I

And I will not let you die

I offer no comfort, I’ve nothing divine

I’m simply the ruler of this mental prison of mine

And now you’re locked in here with, me.

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