Be silent, my dear, and open your eyes,

Lest your wisdom fades and dies.

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The Dream-weaver comes and casts her net.

Caught in her web, bound in her thread,

Wandering through her realm of dread,

Yet thrashing blindly, drenched in sweat.

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The Dream-weaver comes adorned in white.

Ensnaring her victims, cursing their sleep,

Trapping their minds in the haunting deep,

Gliding swiftly throughout the night.

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My dear, she casts a spell of deceit,

Do not believe that her smile is sweet.

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The Dream-weaver comes with crimson eyes.

Forsaking her image, feeding her hunger,

She weaves her dreams of endless terror,

Basking in her glory at the moonrise.

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The Dream-weaver comes in search of prey,

One with the shadows, she extends her hand,

Draining your soul with a single strand,

She laughs as your essence begins to decay.

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She robs you of life upon her sight,

So, my dear, beware the night.

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