Each dream is sweet, like pieces of candy in a crackly box of chocolates, a garden of powder puff frills, a big bunch of white carnations in a wavy milk glass vase.
She twirls on tip toes in pink satin slippers with high laced ribbons, crossed at her ancles.
The darkest of emerald your tail be! Silently waving silvery, bouncing moonbeams over coral reefs.
Sleep, mermaid, sleep, under morning's misty veil. Your story is told from the times of old in the mariners' hearty tales.
The dragon didn't seem to know tails and heads are one somehow.
The steaming dragon huffed and burned; with fireballs the dragon churned.
Ann flees a seized regime seeking arms and crests of kings with chests hearty enough to save a queen.