The Dreaded Dream


20 Feb, 2012 09:44 AM
People die,
Children cry
The world erupts in screams.

The river runs dry
The crows always lie
The sun takes back it’s beams.

She alone stands tall,
Though mistaken for a fool
And the world does nought but scream.

Darkness covers all
The air goes cool
The sun refuses to beam.

It’s clear to all eyes
That everyone dies
The world explodes with screams.

People die
While children cry
Nothing is as it seems.

Sharna. K. Foan
Tags: Dread, Dream, Screams, Cry
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