Thread: Kingdom Of Lost Souls

Here I'm standing
Beneath a bright, blue sky
Looking to fresh, green fields and trees
A summer breeze catches my hair
Suddenly my eyes seem to cheat on me,
Image reversed.

The bright, blue sky fills itself with dark, threatening clouds
The fresh, green grass seems to burn up and it becomes a field of ashes,
The summer breeze changes into a strong, cold wind which cuts like a knife
The sweet song of the nightingale becomes the desperate cry of a crow,
Welcome to the kingdom of lost souls.