This Was Home

I tread on a familiar journey,
To the world I adore the most,
To the people I love the most,
To the one I love above all.

The path was calm as it always was,
There were beautiful lush meadows,
A very familiar sight within my home,
The sun was shining bright as it does.

Before I knew it I was there,
Standing on the land of home,
But there was no home found,
There was no one here but me.

I looked around me quite confused,
I know I stand where my home is,
But the elements were gone away,
The one I love nowhere to be found.

I wondered, what happened here?
The world I built no longer exists?
What darkness could cause this?
What evil would seek home's theft?

I rested beneath the tree we planted,
Where we rested and lost ourselves,
Deep in your eyes was a world I love,
A world which has been taken away.

The coveted answer to my question,
Was not answered in the voice I love,
But was answered in a voice of anger,
A voice born under years of denial.

"You wonder what happened here?
I am part of the world that took it,
Your home plagued by the darkness,
A darkness born forever in my world."

"Your world existed beyond reality,
your world was built by your dreams,
I, as reality's messenger have taken it,
By bringing reality to your dreamworld."