Walking in the graveyard late at night,
I was ready if it comes to fight,
I was a fool to fight with the ghost,
I was the fool of all of the most.
I was returning home so late,
I went out for a date,
There was a graveyard on the way,
That was the only choice or I had to pay.
I can't fight with ghost,
I could only take a toast,
Standing on the edge as an ace,
I was thinking of the way from this maze.
My first step into the graveyard made me horrified,
I was alone and that made me terrified,
The hooting of the owls gave a bad gesture,
I was sure someone would come for me to pester.
Suddenly my ear got struck to a sound,
I saw a man standing with a hound,
The hound was looking at me,
It was not the time for me to be glee.
Suddenly the man and the hound vanished,
I hoped that it is finished,
I stood calm in terror,
The scene followed me was a horror.
Suddenly I heard a deadly sound,
It was the growl of that hound,
I ran forward,
There wasn't any time to look backward.
While running I fell down in a pit,
My knee was hurt and I was with no medical kit,
That pit was not ordinary,
It was the witch's granary.
In the pit was a beheaded body,
I realized it was my folly,
It was too late for me to think,
Because I lost all my outer link.
I saw a witch coming towards me with no lash,
I stood and tried to dash,
Dashing out from there was of no use,
The witch had a knife which made me fuse.
She jumped inside,
I wanted to go outside,
She stared at me,
All I did was plea.
She laughed a devil's laugh,
She indicated me as a calf, '
She showed me the long knife,
I was sure that was the end of my life.
She raised her arm and gave a whack,
I screamed in my voice so crack,
Suddenly I got up and sat on the bed,
I felt as if I was dead.
I realized it was only a dream,
I was still in my realm,
My sister asked, 'are you fine? '
I replied, 'yes, what's the time? '
She said, 'it's eight,
Get up fast or you'll be late',
I washed my face and felt so cool,
And then I got ready for school.
That was not in reality,
Else it would harm my activity,
I would like to see things running clean,
In the places where I have never been.
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