Unreal World

I walk down the shore one moon lit night,

The sand is cold under my feet,

And the water gleams like diamonds,

The smell of wet sand and the sound of the waves,

Unaware of the sounds of turmoil.

The stars that glitter know not,

That the light of hope dies out,

In the distance the sea gull,

Cannot sing the songs lament,

And the rocks alive with algae,

Know not the slippery hands of a lover.

As this unreal world does it’s magic,

The sands of time draw their swords,

So their sharp clinks can resound,

Down in the dungeons of hell.