Look at the gems;
See them all shine.
You might mistake this
For somebody's shrine.
A holy ground,
A precious land
Protecting you all
From evil's sick hand
It's a shelter so dear
In the lee of the storm.
A simple small object
To restore the norm.
It helps you to battle
Nights ever so dark:
From a small, tiny ember,
The fire will spark.
It carries the wishes
And dreams still untold:
Of hunter and hunted,
Of child and old
The blind see in wishes,
The deaf hear in dreams
And everyone knows,
It's not as it seems...
For you will mistake this
For somebody's shrine,
When you look at the gems
And you see them all shine
Crystal clear water,
Amethyst floor,
With unicorn purple
And beauty galore
It's the shrine of dreams-
This water cool-
The hall of wishes:
The Dreamspeaker's pool.