To sleep, per-chance to dream
To fly to far off realms of fancy or to the depth of our darkest fear?
In the knightly realm, be we hero or queen or but jester an vagabond traveler?
The choice is forever ours, in nightly hours as the moon shines an fades to a mourning Sun.
An we miss those fair dreams till next we sleep anew.
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