Dream Weaver

Tangled on my strings, both your desires and fears. Horrid dreams claw out your thought of malice and murder.

A gulp- make sure not spill thy warm milk before those heavy eyes dive into the abyss. Be it a minute or hours, pray! Pray that what I weave for you won't wake you screaming in terror.

This being started appearing when I was in 2nd yr HS. I thought with all the gold its halo and cloak embellish, he was a God of fortune. But no! Heed its smirk and eyes of mischief to stir the calmness and transmute it to chaos. So pray I beg you! Pray that this God of Chaos who waits for you in your vulnerability a slumber to the calm.