The world around us,
So strange and fearful.
Swirly green forests,
Filled with fushia blooms.
Wandering aimless,
Through the soil path.
Searching for a way home.
Accidental happening,
Brought us to here.
A mistaken wish,
On a fresh summer's eve.
Wicked old witch,
Flew in from the west.
Suddenly we were gone.
Forest glade clearing now,
Sunset flooding the skies.
A dirty shanty town ahead,
The size being far too big.
Reach for you hand,
And pull you close.
What strange a place is this?
Dusty waves cross the paths,
As we head towards a door.
Deep fear creeping in,
Building inside out hearts.
Rumbling footsteps,
Shatter the silent scene.
Suddenly the giants appear.
Eyeing us with predator's gaze,
Whispering with intent.
I reach for you,
And pull you close.
For a final kiss,
With all my love.
Fearful that this is the end.
