Dream Devils Poem by Sania Meherin

The burning candle
In the silent room
Staring at the dark ceiling
Hoping to get out from this house of doom

From the tiny broken window there
The dirty leaves rustling
And the cries of the wolves
From bushes—the back cat's crawling.

Shadows and the dirty smells
Of those Mister dead me
And crystal moon staring at me
With the silver stars counted again and again.

Climbing down the stairs,
Fifty steps almost,
The burning candle's dead
And shadows like the ghost.

Horror daydream like nightmare
I'm passing by
I should scream
But be brave so I won't cry.

I discovered the mansion
And many disgusting things,
Spider web, bats and dead bodies
Most of them are human beings.

Remember they told me not to
Get inside when there was fear
But I know they will be fine
If they aren't scared

Maybe it was too much
To take it with risk and highly;
That's why I was afraid
I shouldn't have taken it easily.

Scary sound and shadowy shadows
On the walls around me
And hanging people, dead hangmen
Who is going to bury?

Suddenly with a shout I woke up
Nightmare it seems,
Still my heart beats fast
There were devils in my dreams.