we are the dreamers
you warned your children about

with the wild hair and the wilder eyes,
and the smiles that bordered on insanity. 

we will come when the night is still young 
and the last streak of purple has not yet

faded from the sky and we will gather up our forces,
reach for the powers you tried to stifle,

and you will regret the day you ever banned us
in all of our glorious craziness. 

We will take out or pens,
our painbrushes, our charcoal, our pencils

and you will watch as they transform into swords and arrows,
glinting in the dying light

and you will watch as we give the world back it's colors,
its chaos, the things we love the most.

because we are the dreamers, 
and we're about to become your nightmares.