Warning

A dream poem

Laying down on a futon,

I see a girl, her name is Shion.

She has green hair, I wonder why,

Is the color real, no its dye.

We talked, about what I do not know,

Then I told her I had to go.

I ran through a Japanese field,

Growing rice and other crops to yield,

Then I hear a young girl's voice,

Saying, "Run, run away,

Leave this place, and never stay."

These words soaked in and began to burn,

About that place which I'll never return.