The Price of Dreams

In the realm where shadows play, Dreams unfold in twilight's sway. Whispers linger, soft and true, Of nightmares born where dreams accrue.

They always said dreams come alive, But forgot the darkness, deep inside. In the depths where fears reside, Nightmares too, our souls abide.

So heed the tale, both bright and grim, For dreams, in darkness, often begin. In every dawn, in every hue, Remember: nightmares are dreams too.