Catcher of Dreams

The Unnamed,
As Silent,
As a windless night,
Weaved a web.
She interlinked lands,
Into an inner world,
Of darkness.

That night,
A Beautiful world,
Of peace and happiness,
Was imprisoned into woven discs,
It's suspended feathers,
Dripping dreams,
Into an abyss,
Of sleep.

It calls for freedom,
And hope,
As dreams filter through its webs,
Where nightmares,
Disturb its forsaken world.