It was ghostly

quiet, not a

living soul around.

No one to

hear my cries.

If I should

die not to

be found.

 

There was only

silence, I felt

so scared and alone.

To pass away

and it not

to be known.

 

I clasped my

cross tight in

my hand.

I prayed to

heaven, to the

one so grand.

 

It was so

dark, but then

came a strange glow.

A loud voice

said, "You're going

down below"!

 

Everything, it became

so blood red.

Suddenly my eyes

they opened, I

was relieved.

This was all

in my head.

 

But why

is it

so hot?