Dull Well
A perfect dream in the best place,
The ocean front with rolling waves,
It's pretty now as he works away,
Create a home for family first,
But inside the throne of prety stones
Lies the cold and dump of dull wells,
I thought it was my dream of dreams,
But looking I search another room,
The worms and lava that spin around,
Jumping out to the nearby door,
A banging sound makes me turn around,
Is this the dream or a dull well pit?