#WritcoPoemPrompt82
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep.

In dreams, a realm of magic weaves,
A tapestry of reveries bright,
Where stars and moonlight softly cleave,
And fantasy takes flight.

I wander through enchanted lands,
Where castles gleam in moonlit haze,
With fairies dancing hand in hand,
In a ballet of stardust's grace.

Whispers of the night surround,
An orchestra of crickets play,
As the moon, a...