I try to wake from an endless dream
where things are not as they seem
I open my eyes but I can not see
I know not what has blinded me
As I feel my way across the room
I’m filled with a sense of impending doom
As piercing cries fill the air
my heart and soul are filled with fear
When the fog finally begins to lift
I find myself further adrift
Frantic, across the hall, I race
to find the monster in my face
I scream aloud; there is no sound
I’m swallowed whole by the wicked hound
Where dreams begin, my life ends
failed by my last line of defence
Many a battle I did win
but the war is lost to the beast within
Ring a Ring o' Proses 