Daughter of the night they called her,
Wearing flowing tresses of midnight.
Her gown was white, a color so pure.
To cover up her evil bite.

Claiming the World of Dreams as her own.
Ruling over other people’s dreams.
Being the most beautiful was all that was shown,
Because her evil within could not be seen.

She dowsed herself with moons and stars.
Her waist was accented with a woven silver belt.
Underneath all the beauty no one ever saw the scars.
Fear was something she never felt.

Lanfear was her name.
Walking in the realm of dreams.
It will never be the same.
Things will never be what they seem.

Anastacia © October 10, 2002