1Where have all the dreamers gone?
They've gone away to the Dryad Seas
To sing and bathe in their dreams.
But lo, the demons and the dreamers
Often weep together in vain
As the colors of the flowers
Have all flowed away.
It's among the dust of dreams
Where the dreamers go to die
To live again as words
Within a cloudless sky.
The Dryad Seas: a group of small seas in one of my stories. A swift rendition of the overall theme of my war torn world story, which is yet unnamed.