this is my fantasy
cant you see
the way the wind blows
against the sea
the waves form in perfect rows
but one thing is wrong
the tens of millions of crows
that along the sunlights blow
they cack and caw
at something they have seemed to saw
i turn my gaze to meet the look
at something that will turn my fantasy into a nightmare
the thing a saw was very rare
it was the demon of misty brook
my fantasy was dead and gone
i knew it was never meant to be all along
the sun, the waves, the shaky palms
and everything to be so calm
listen well everyone
for it has been seen and it has been done
the sky has turned crimson
and all fantasies
are gone.