The Dream
The vision came to me in bright colours of purple and grey
Grey visions of hell and shades asking yay or nay
Nay as I ran away at a pace set by the tower
The tower that leaned to the side almost like a flower
A flower of purple and grey so dark they were almost black
Black of the shades that were chasing me back
Back to the tower where all my dreams ended
Ended in the horrid images blended
Blended the tower as the last of the shades past
Past my hiding place found as of last
Last time the dream came to pass