Before the Morning

A world remains none can explain
as time reveals what we all feel.
A world devoured by evil power
that once imprisoned what has arisen.
A world forgotten now is sought
so what's written none will remit.
I felt a wave wash over me,
and in the moonlight I could see
reality must stand on dreams
all things must start in dreams
But then the sun arose…

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