While dreamers

Dream their dreams

They see not the wolf

Deep in the forest

Nor close in at hand

As their dreams spin on

They feel not the bite

They feel not the urgency

Of others about

Once their dreams are done

They wonder who and why

Such a foul deed had done

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While dreamers

Dream their dreams

Their worlds so coloured

They feel so alive

Their fears, their hopes

Their every desire

Burning in their minds

They scarce have time

To mind the wolf

They hear not

The repeated shouts

Yet somehow they fear

To let go the dream

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While dreamers

Dream their dreams

Of heroes and deeds

Of villains most foul

The mundane and the wolf

Have no presence or threat

While they dream

A distance grows

Small at first

But yearly growing

When the wolf is found

The helping hand

Is far distant

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While dreamers

Dream their dreams

They celebrate alone

Their cries heard not

Their very souls

Lost in the dream

They shrug off easily

Intrusions, appeals, loved ones

When dreams crash down

As surely one must

They face alone

One stark reality