House

Poem By Aram Stefanian

In my dream appears again
The creepy house on Elm street
Where a little girl on a bike
Is waiting for me in the dark yard

She's leading me to the crunching door
Some birds are screeching outside
Some guy is scarping inside
The house lives its haunted life

I guess I know its evil tenant
I see the eerie beckoning of his bony nipper
And feel a touch of sepulchral chill
The putrid stench is killing me

My Lord! I'm stalked and nearly caught
My nightmare vanishes as I wake up
In a cold sweat to find long bloody
Slashes upon my arms

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