Dream vs. Nightmare

The princess up high in her tower,

the monsters are sure to make her cower.

Sitting in her room brushing her hair,

tearing at her face her skin no longer fair.

Her life was once a dream,

now it’s only turned into screams.

Unicorns and fairies,

can turn into something scary.

But no matter what you see,

when you wake you will be free.


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