A chaos unnamed, a torrent of fear,

It creeps from behind as it gets ever nearer.

You hear from afar, like the wind on a plain,

A voice deep with malice that calls out your name.

You turn and you run as you try to escape,

But the menace is gaining, it seems it's too late.

 

You run for a lifetime, or what seems like more.

No hope of escape, a keyless locked door.

You trip and you stumble, then fall to the ground,

So cold and so hard, and so easilly found.

With closed eye and closed mind you wait for the end

That approaches so quickly, you cannot defend.

 

Yet, after a while you sense something's changed.

You notice a feeling like you're no longer caged.

Happiness rules that which evil once reigned,

No trace of the chaos, of memories stained.

You wonder what caused this end to your night,

So you open your eyes, and rejoyce at the sight.

 

Where darkness and evil and hate had once been

There now was a glade, a tree-laced calm glen.

And a sunlighted beam strikes an oak centered there

Where a figure is perched with a calm concerned stare.

As you're locked in that gaze, you're protected, not alone.

You know they're what saved you, you know you're now home.