Death by fantasy

    The clock strikes twelve in the lonely chamber

     He awakes and walks towards the hall

       Everything explodes away in a flash

         Is it all a dream, he's being chased by a falling wall

           Run, he hears someone say in a deep roar

      Monsters run from the wreckage slashing all the way

        All he can hear is roaring and moaning

          Dragons breath fire through the decay

        Help, you try to cry out

           Everything is gone

             Run to the lawn to see

               Everything is dead by a fantasy

          

Author's Note

Please if you read this could you give an honest review :) its much appreciated

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love the flow of this and the story entwined within... your rhyme is very appealing and I especially enjoyed the internal rhyme at the end. Great job with this one!

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

:) Thank you so much, this is one of my favorites I have written

[Ravyne Hawke]

it is definitely the stuff of nightmares.. loving that!

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

:) All my poems except the dark rider were inspired by actual dreams :) this was a terrible nightmare, but it worked so good in this poem

[Ravyne Hawke]

it really does work well.. my dreams have made for some interesting poems too

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

I have nightmares like all the time lol so I have so much material >X< :)

[Margo Seuss]

Hmmm, I like the idea of this. Perhaps read it out loud and see where it could be adjusted for flow. As you know, I'm more of an expert on the short story than the poem! Fantasy and poems I think, though, are a grand combination! :)

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

I agree, I think I wrote this one way too fast, but I think it is kind of still good :)