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.