Horrid reality

While I slept I dreamt of a torrid land

Desolate and in ruins, ruled by all things damned

The humans, barely out of the grasp of adolescence

Full of life and youth’s quintessence

They ran from place to place searching for food and shelter

Not knowing of the shadows of beasts that loomed there

One could not take this life anymore

So she gave up and returned to the earth once more

Her friends quietly wept as they watched in horror

As the demons enjoyed the young girl’s gore

One watched in rage and spite

As he fought the itch of vengeance with all his might

He closed his eyes, for all had turned red

Oh how he wished that the devils were dead

I wake to tell you now of the dead girls face

I shall never forget, for she studies within this place

I look at her now for it all seemed so real

That dream that I had and that urge to kill

Reviews

[Riversong]

I love your usage of the word "quintessence". It isn't often that people use it, so I am happy to see it here! I loved it. Great work!