A knock, she hears
Upon the front door
Startled, she drops
It all on the floor
Who could it be?
Why are they here?
The calm moment gone,
Now shattered in fear.
She shuffles, she steps
Towards that front door
Her mind, it spins
Dark thoughts, how they soar
Is it her foe?
Shrouded in hate?
Bubbling revenge, and
Unwrapping harsh fate.
She tips, she toes
Closer the front door
Her throat, a knot
A pit in her core
Is it the ghost?
Haunting her dreams?
Banshee spits fumes
While shreaking hot screams.
She trips, she slumps
Against that front door
Her soul, so drained
Can't take any more
Is it the reaper?
Grim to his depth.
Hooded cloak collecting
On the promise now kept.
She weeps, she opens
Dreaded front door
Mere branch, that knocked
Does so no more
It's just the front tree
But the girl does not see,
She does not feel glee
For the girl, she is lost,
Reliving her nightmares three.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
A knock, she hears
Upon the front door
Startled, she drops
It all on the floor
Who could it be?
Why are they here?
The calm moment gone,
Now shattered in fear.
She shuffles, she steps
Towards that front door
Her mind, it spins
Dark thoughts, how they soar
Is it her foe?
Shrouded in hate?
Bubbling revenge, and
Unwrapping harsh fate.
She tips, she toes
Closer the front door
Her throat, a knot
A pit in her core
Is it the ghost?
Haunting her dreams?
Banshee spits fumes
While shreaking hot screams.
She trips, she slumps
Against that front door
Her soul, so drained
Can't take any more
Is it the reaper?
Grim to his depth.
Hooded cloak collecting
On the promise now kept.
She weeps, she opens
Dreaded front door
Mere branch, that knocked
Does so no more
It's just the front tree
But the girl does not see,
She does not feel glee
For the girl, she is lost,
Reliving her nightmares three.
