So often the common escape,
rushing through those main gates,
where the land is flush with green,
and an never ending sea of dreams.
magically, benevolently, assuring you of things to come,
with a sky so pure and a land so young,
where to your flying sorrows you wave goodbye,
and welcome the blazing sun up high.
Where such things as dragons and gnomes do exist,
and a *** of gold will behold at the end of the rainbow.
You feel at ease among st such beauty,
where not even the foul hands of cruel reality can reach.
Basking in this crisp sun,
resting on the soft grass,
Vibrating against the wind's touch,
Feeling your your spirit spring up.

Had you not been in such sweet bliss,
you would of noticed, a dark thing rising.
And you would never have guessed,
tis but a dream.