Seeing Stars Poem by Aram Stefanian

You have a nightmare about being locked up in a castle
Where low basement walls are shrouded in cobwebs.
Standing before a hidden door, you're too scared to unlock it:
What's waiting inside? A ghost, a werewolf, or a goombah?
It gives you the creeps when you turn the massive rusty key.
The door finally opens with a creak, and as you step inside,
You see hundreds of black candles burning on a stone floor.
Someone behind you leads you to the altar, whispering,
''Well, you are the missing puzzle piece in our occult rite,
And we are going to to sacrifice you to our starving gods.''
When a sharp steel knife is plunged into your heart,
You wake up in a cold sweat to find the altered you:
A coarse star-shaped seam on your chest makes you grin,
And you wish you could turn back time to see stars.