In my dream I found myself
In a maze of a house
With 100 doors.
The key to the front door
Was missing,
And I was unwilling
To leave it unlocked.
She was waiting for me,
And told me we had to stay
There overnight indoors.
Then asked me to guard her
From a creepy creature
Who at night howled and walked.
It lived in the basement
And appeared after midnight,
Making her scared stiff.
That night a full moon was rising,
And I watched in horror her
Turning into a fiend.
She said she was in love
With that werewolf, yet
Couldn't help suffering grief.
I set the house on fire and left,
Shook up by ghostly wails
Of a flaming wind.
Aram, I don't know why you posted this piece. It's just a non-compelling dream. Nothing terribly unusual about it. And you just report it without seeming to craft it in an interesting or clever way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The entitlement awakes curiosity. The content it is like a words hurricane that take you fastly towards emotion. I like it. Congratulations.