High above the trees
Where mortals can only dream
Stands a castle
Too white to be seen
Made of glass
As bright as it seems
Perhaps it is clouds
As white as can be
The castle in the sky
Home of the Dream Angels
With raven black wings
They are the givers and keepers of dreams
The castle turns black
When a nightmare is given
So the castle should be feared
For it is not Heaven
By:
Heather Simpson |