Dream Poem by Lily Law

Dream is such a mysterious wonder,
Joy and happiness,
Can be seen in the mist of your hazel eyes,
Hope and beauty,
Can be touched by your tiny hands,
Faith and peace,
Can be held closely to your pure heart,
But dream can be an evil charm,
Slowly creeping in your veins,
Killing you softly,
Devouring your soul and mind,
With pleasure,
With no mercy,
Until there is nothing left,
None even a drop of blood,
Just your name fading in the haze of life.