I'm lost Lost in a merely daunting hallway I've walked what felt like miles, I'm worn Something's been pulling my legs, my arms, and my head closer to the walls trying to swallow me whole all night long
Only light there is is a yellow light born out of a twilight; dim and soft soft as a kiss But as I got deeper into the hall, twas the time my eyes could see everything that lies in the dark; the creaky wooden floor, the creeping spiders, and,
A door
A lady walks out of it She cries, she walks fast She also sheds a tear with her white wool sweater that's been red from blood
I peek inside And what I see, Is a grey figure lying on the floor his neck ****** his mouth open he was the lover of the weeping lady and he's been ****** to death
So I run away, further into the dark for methinks I could be next, I think no more, I run nowhere, I bump into another door
I slam it open
and you're awoken from your dead-like sleep You scoot and spare me a space in your casket just for me to hide in Then you cover my trembling frame with a warm white wool blanket
And with the yellow moon shining behind you, I can barely see your face but- I see gorgeousness, That in a second, I've forgotten where I am I smile and say "Thank you for the blanket, It's warm"
It's a trap ! The weeping lady is a vampire and so is the man in the casket. But too late, soon the white wool blanket will turn red. This poem is based on a dream I had.