Havoc.

Frantic footsteps, running fast,
Seen it all before,
Face to face with death,
knocking at your door.

One moment there is laughter,
The other filled with doom,
The hinges of hope start to losen,
This land won't ever bloom.

And even though they're hiding,
They wreck this home of mine,
Nothing left but to hear,
The tears, the screams, the cries.