On my dream-catcher hung,
with feathers and beads,
my hopes for my dreams;
the dream-catcher spun
in the breeze of the real
and I watched it reveal
a fictional tale:
my wish on that day,
a tiger to chase
the nightmares away.
Its duty was done
when, under the moon,
the pleasant dreams bloomed
while my dreamcatcher spun,
the hopes of my dreams
met by untroubled sleep.
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Shadow-Wolf (*ON HOLD*)
HorrorThe Astrals, Book 1 Warning: Contains strong language, references to sex and some graphic violence. Advised reading age: 18+ Restless, merciless, /bodiless/. The town of Arrowcross and its environings fall prey to a sadistic monster with a col...
