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Eldaraenth The Bardic Circle   
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Written and Submitted By Canaan Klein


I lay dreaming of blue skies,
I lay dreaming of strong arms around me.
I dream of summer fields,
And cornflower blossoms.

And then it all turns to Hell...

I dream of black skies.
I dream of skeleton arms around me.
I dream of summerfields covered in blood,

It becomes so real that in my waking hours...
I see blue skies turn black,
I see strong arms turn skeleton.
I see the summerfields and cornflower blossoms-
Soak up the blood of the angry men and innocent boys.

I lay dreaming....