A Mysterious Palace Poem by MD SHAHADAT HOSSAIN

Me and my friend was heading to somewhere by a car
It was a dead and stormy night.
Suddenly the sky is crying helplessly.
The wind is making horror sound everywhere.
There was lightening as well.
After a while the gusty wind dropped onto the glasses of car.
I couldn't see anything at a distant place.
Trees were started to fallen on the roadside.
In the mean time they blocked the high way.
There was no alternative way to pass and to reach to our destination.
We decided it's better we find out a place for our safety and we could pass our night.
It's seems we reached into the Ghost world.
We couldn't see not a single house around there.
After walking couple of minutes we noticed a shadow of a house.
It was only an old house into the dark forest.
It can be compared with an oldest giant Palace.
The main residents of that Palace were pigeons and wild owls.
Our mind was full of worries.
We had to win our fears to save us from the storm.
Finally we reached in front of the lion's door.
We had no idea how oldest that Palace was.
Inside that building was completely dark.
We couldn't see each other.
Anyhow we managed to light a candel.
The spider net was everywhere.
Some places of the ceiling was about to fall.
They needed just a feather touch.
Then they would be collapsed.
The surrounding nature of that Palace seemed that it was eagerly waiting for human flesh.
We managed a place to sleep.
There was no sleep in our eyes.
The wild foxes were barking around that Palace.
It seemed they were crying for meals.
We didn't know when we fell into the deepest sleep.
When we woke up the sun light was trying to peep through the broken windows.
It seemed we were nothing but into a horrific dream.
The road was crystal clear. There was no sign of fallen trees.
What was really happened with us then?