A Seer's Poem
Some may think this gift is great,
But it's not the thing for me.
This gift called dreamsight,
Of seeing events yet to be.
For how do you tell your best friend.
That you may never return again,
Or how do you say,
"The moon horse will grow dim."
At night, I lay awake,
Afraid to fall asleep,
Fearing the future I may see,
Or secrets I will have to keep.
By Cloudy
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Air Horse: Darkening Skies
FantasySince her adventures at Whistler's Peak, Cloudy's visions have intensified to almost non-stop. Then, her visions lead her into a journey of a lifetime... and one from which she may never return.
