In my inner eye, I see
Prizmatic skies, A forest green
the sparks shall fly in the nightmare's turf,
And waves fall in at the water type's surf.
the snow spinns round in the ice domain,
in my world there is strength, not pain.
as air elementals take to the skies,
I vow to never make another tear cried.
The dawn draws close,but the moon shines bright
an eerie melody sung into the night-
of wolven howls and phoenix cries
the love and hatered, such great divides
Katrasen, where my heart belongs,
I soon join in with they're beautifull calls.
But my eyes snap open, resigned I see
The crulest dream- reality.
Soon shall this path come to an end,
after many 'a turn and bend
A fork to the left, and also to right-
back to the real world, It takes quite a fight.
But now i wish I had stopped at the bend,
Taken the right, and dreamed again.
for in my soul lies this desire,
a shattered peace, a burning fire
I turn around, to fix this hole,
and now the howls say "welcome home".