The Poetic Side of The Dance |
The Dream Master |
He guards over them with all his being
Protecting his charges from harm.
Destroying those that challenge him
he stands alone in tortured pain
His heart guarded as he would those in need.
He must not allow himself the pleasure
True to his realm he must stay.
For the need is too great for him to be distracted.
He is fair and just, kind and caring
He has the power of the Nightmare,
His dark side unyielding, unforgiven
His gentle hand tightly gripped.
He destroys those that threaten ones in his care.
Fierce as a lion protecting his pride.
The Dream Master unleashes his wrath.
The horror of the Nightmare is his to command.
He yearns for a love that is that is real.
For the one that can stand beside him
The Lady of the Shadows that stands behind him
Until he finds her, He will walk alone.
Never to allow one so close
The Dream Master remains solitary
Full of remorse of what he has missed.
Allowing his jester to mask his pain
Dream warriors on their watch
For the Master's next victim or charge
They do his bidding and hear his call.
They are loyal and fearlessly true to him alone
No one know his sorrow or his pain
He finds his solace in the land of Dreams
It is the place where he finds his peace
He know his heart and remembers love
There will come a day when the Dream Master is in pain no more.
Until then, he will remain an shadowy figure of the night.
Solomn and lonely, part hermit, part jester
He is the Master of Dreams
The Dream Master's Lover |
There is an evil that has taken roost.
It brings the nightmares and fear
The Dream Master leaves the fence.
Challenging the daemons from with in.
The battle is long fought
It takes it's toll
The victories are small and far between
The Lady's soul is in the balance
The Dream Master finally wins
Yet he is beaten down standing in the aftermath.
She runs to him as he falls to the ground
Her tears upon his face as she cries out to the heavens
She gently lays him down
Calling all the powers at her command,
She brings them together.
Orchestrating the fores as if they were mere toys
Her eyes blinded by the tears.
She directs the magic to the fallen master.
Praying that she can bring him back.
After it is all done , the chants are phrased
She waits for some small sign.
She does not see the twitch of his hand
Exhausted she falls next to him.
He arises to find her lying there at his feet.
No signs of life from her.
She gave him the ultimate price,
The only thing that she has was her life.
He falls to his knees and vows a sacred vow.
The heaven's see them all that has passed.
Distraught he prays for her
The heaven's hear his plea.
As he picks up her lifeless body up
A light shines upon them.
His prayers have been answered,
She is returned to him
Never to leave him again.
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