D-R-E-A-M-L-A-N-D The key shaped like a crescent#moonhides beneath the bush, As you pick it up, you feel a sudden rush, Slowly, you twist and turn it in the rusty lock, But as you are doing so, you get a sudden shock, The door to Dreamland opens, but nothing seems to lie inside, Do you still venture forth? See what secrets it has to hide? Though the darkness is intimidating, This place could be the best, Your Dreamland is ready and waiting, Get all those problems off your chest. Clutching the key, you go on through, Into the abyss, The door slams behind you, Time to see what exists. As you crawl through what seems like a tunnel, You come across another door, A key, small and light, Lies next to you on the floor, You pick it up and place it in the lock, And the door creeks open, Are you in for another shock? Or will your best dreams be chosen? You crawl through the door and finally you are here, In what you call your Dreamland, but oh, my dear! Dreamland isn't the word I would use! Absolutely not! For the creatures that lie here, Are Nightmares, monsters-the lot! Dolls with button eyes, Mouths stitched into a smile, Greet you with something putrid and absolutely vile. You turn around and try the door, But it seems like it's fixed to the wall! You are trapped here forevermore, Until the day you fall...