I can never seem to remember anything except for right before I fall asleep and immediately after waking up. Those moments are music to my ears.
Our king so noble, bathed in light
Met up with the queen just after midnight
Outside of the castle and under the moon
They whispered of plans unfolding real soon
But always with secrets, it leads to distrust
Hiding in shadows, eyes glowed fresh with lust
The vicker crouched there, in blemish-free robes
Hearing the plans through his prying lobes
