In a dream, I run, From a monster that's near, A trippy thrill, That I cannot bear. With every step, I feel its breath on my neck, As I try to outrun, This dream's deadly wreck. My legs won't move, As

There once was a king, So noble and true, Whose heart was pure, and whose deeds were too. He ruled with justice, And fairness in mind, And all his subjects, were treated kind. He never wavered, In his