When we were children we had nightmares,
We would be chased by monsters,
As we got older we still have these dreams,
We all were the same when we were young,
We would all run from these monsters,
But we are not all the same now,
When you are older there are three groups,
The first group wake up so the monsters won't catch them,
They always run from the monsters,
The second group stays in the dream but,
They join the monsters,
The monsters won't attack you if your a monster too,
They are afraid to run so they join the monsters,
They always join the monsters,
They third group stays in the dream like the second,
But they are different from the other too,
They stand up to the monsters,
They raise their swords and cut the monsters down,
The monsters are the ones who run away from this group,
They hunt down the monsters and slay them all,
These people never have a nightmare again,
Because there are no monsters left to chase them.
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Solitary days and humble nights
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and short story's Book 1
