A reverie

Born from a reverie,
The bravest ant roared
In the beautiful den.
Ruling the world,
Roaring from the sky,
Making the world shiver,
To plead and mumble...

A small pinch
Could shatter the world
As a velevet cake;
Red scars could be
Never healed,
The horror of the roar
Revealed the pleasure
Of the hell.

The roars echoed
In the clouds,
Threatened the ears,
Playing drums in the heart;
Watching thrillers could be fine,
But not this horror;
The end of the reverie
Made the ant perish.

Reality could never
Meet the fantasy of reverie.
May be someday...