Dragons dance across the red sky

Ethereal and gracious… only

The red is the world on fire

Kids in the streets echoing laughter

A ball is kicked around… only

The ball is old and dirty and unmoving

The echos are that of ghosts

A fluffy snow flurries into a winter wonderland

Dots of tracks like animals frolicking… only

The prints are human boot

Trudging through a frozen wasteland

The blood slows and all becomes still

The world is a dream…

Is that a nightmare?

No, no it should be a dream

When you wake up… only

Does a dream await you?

Or is it a harsh reality.