Hopes For The Dark Realm

The world revolves in silent dark
Around my feeble head
I wonder, ponder as I wait
For sleep in my cold bed
The universe comes to a halt
Awaiting my dark dreams
Of pyre, fire bright and hot
Amidst the blood red streams
And sunshine ne'er graces the land
In which I'm always placed
The boiling, toiling demons there
By which I'm always faced
And when my dreams are over
And I wake to the new day
I mope, and hope to dream again
And wish life could be that way.