Dreams Taken By Demons

Like a poppy waiting for thunder or the grass that knows it’s gone The floor shakes and it crumbles as man sings his favourite song Red mist lingers in the twilight, birds sing melodic songs. Blood pools under cold moonlight, men die so far away from home. All those dreams taken by demons, all that love burned in hate and fear. All those voices never again who’s words would be spoken, all the tears that all those families feared. Was it worth the pain and destruction? Was it worth the blood and fear? The dream of morality and peace from humans is a reality so far away and never near.