Down the steps of deep slumber to lands forgotten.
To a place where impressions breed patterns,
And where nightly deliriums are given form.
In this realm, a dreamer has awakened to a place where geography is naught.
A man who is unknown to the world of the waking, yet here a Monarch.
In a world past the borders of sleep here he was ruler over a kingdom,
A commonwealth that was refuge to those who live in both realms of matter and imagination.
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Of Dreams and Kings
PoetryA king of a land made of dreams is given a cruel gift by fate.
