The sea is as black as pitch
The sky is owned by the witch
The Earth is seen by the demons vulture eye
Hearing the screams of those to die

Angels are nowhere to be found
It is the monsters playing field
Their marching makes a low, dull, quick sound
The pathway from hell can not be sealed

It is everyones worst dreams
Because no one can hear their screams
It is not a beautiful sight
The plants are cursed with blight

There is no one you can believe
Because anyone can deceive
Everyone's blood ran cold
From fears of new and old

Just when everyone thought death approached
The sun rose faster than a jet stream
Suddenly all the monsters disappeared
It turns out it was nothing but a Halloween Dream

By: T.J. Noonan