Once, I had a d
m that I was in a box;
Without any windows, doors, or locks.
So I sat d
n with nothing to do
And wathced as the walls constantly GREW.
GrEeN aNd PuRpLe LiGhTs PuLsEd On ThE rOoF.
Then in front of me was a golden p f
Of the thickest smoke to infiltrate the air.
I scanned the darkness and was met with a stare.
In the mist stood a cyclops with a s e
i so bright,
That it illuminated this room of so great a h
In his hands he held a large glass s e
Which suddenly, I began to fEAR.
The reason it caused me so much strife?
Because written on this ball was "Your Life".
The man with bright clothes held it h i g h,
Then he threw it up ^ towards the sky.
As the orb speeded towards the ground \/
S a e appeared and tied me d
My life s ered in front of his EYE
And at that moment I began to cry.
Through tears I saw him i n c h i n g away;
For near this disaster he would not stay.
I SCREAMED, begging for him to come back,
But he was l in the forest of black.
As I opened my eyes I made the remark,
That "Nothing is real in the dark."