The night after school
Was a nice and cool
My eyes again drooped
And into my bed I stooped
I returned to the dream
Falling through the cloud stream
My ears, they rang
As I returned to the BANG!
The large fang in the ground
The dark fog all around
People screaming, people shouting
Not much of a social outing
I fall to the ground searching for a sword
I find one and through me its energy poured
Power surging through my veins
Willingness to fight through my pains
I hold the sword in front of me
I focus and swing freely
The energy building forms a light
A light from the sword to fight
I take a hard swing and the shadow screams
This is what makes the best of dreams
A few more swings and the shadow falls
The other soldiers give out their calls
The shadow defeated
Our energy depleted
We go back to the tree to rest
And I want up at home refreshed
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