#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams.
Keep tossing in the imaginations
In the quilt from head to toe
After watching a horror show
A monstorous shadow on my roof,
Scary it looks as its existence had no proof,
Opened eyes create a presence,
Closed eyes felt its essence,
Fear froze me on my pillow,
I heard a sound from below,
Curtains got wings on my window,
Lightening gave that sound though,
Just then my throat is dry,
I cant move even if I try,
I saw everything oscillating,
In my head those images are rotating,
I chanted all mantras I have learned,
"Is this all happening?" I peeped out to confirm,
I promised and pleaded
"OH GOD! please stop this tonight,
No more horror movies at midnight"
Craved in fright,
Passed that horrendous night,
Laughed it out in the morning glory,
I started exploring more of the same story.

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