Well, I don't know what to call this...I guess you can call it a poem-thingy? I don't know...anyways, I wrote this about a dream I had quite a few years ago. It really stuck out in my mind, and I've never forgotten it.
A pale moon hovers quietly over the sky,
looking down on all that rests.
I slowly slip into the darkness that overcomes me,
finding myself in familiar, yet strange territory.
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