In a still dark night,
As one sits desolate,
With nothing but the comfort of a stream of moonlight
As that one sits almost comfortably,
Comes the sound of the phone
A shrill and rather eerie ringing
I would rather be up there
With a cup of hot chocolate
And no despair
Gradually, I went up to the phone
Picked it up
But instead of a voice I heard a nerve- wracking tone
I dropped the call
I looked out of the window
And remembered that beautiful night in June
I looked in the blurry distance and saw something
And It looked redder than the moon
So, I wore my coat and stepped outside
I opened my phone
And booked a ride.
While I sat on the torn backseat
The driver spoke with his wife
About a colossal furnace, he said it was about 500 feet
He said that sometimes it can consume the world in darkness
Changing people’s innocence
And can domesticate fear in a world of happiness
He was about to ask if the country was treating them fair
But then I interrupted
And told him to take me there
He shook and a reason he sought
But I myself didn’t know
The reason for which with the driver I fought
At last he condescended
And went down a hill
And then again ascended
I thanked him and unleashed myself in front of that place
In the wintry night air
I knew that after this I wouldn’t have any dreams to chase
I stood in front and saw the fire crackling and roaring
Over the woods as the sun dropped
I could see a shadow wavering
It came close and close
And I felt my stomach rip to shreds
Then the whole world went dark and I knew I would never be ready to fight
Right then a gruff voice arose
I could hear but it wasn’t anywhere in sight
It somehow made me realize the things to hold onto
It was as if it grasped me tightly with the air
And whispered, “You aren’t scared of the dark, are you?”