The shadows of the night conceal the moon,
As it tries to shine without a swarthy gloom.
The mysterious night gives me shivers and shocks,
As my bare feet slowly tumbles across a path of rocks.
The sky makes a deafening roar with thunder and lightning,
As I run inside a mansion, which was more frightening.
A flying wisk with its cold blue flame was luring me in,
As I get hypnotized, the fearsome wisk gives me a sly grin.
A choir out of nowhere starts humming a lullaby tune,
This unique, fresh aroma leads me with its fume.
In front of me is a table fully set; mysteriously with only one seat,
The wisk invites me to sit; the choir plays another beat.
The wisk is mumbles some words, it seems like an ancient spell,
Abruptly, drifting in the air are plates, candles and bells.
They all dash across the room, the chair I'm sitting on is now arose,
A hefty door blasts open, a gateway to a meadow.
My body is stiff, but I feel that I am taken to somewhere sacred,
I can't control myself, but to somewhere new I anticipated.
I see a place very familiar, this whole thing was actually an illusion,
I rise from the doze and I am in reality, that's my conclusion.
By Lucinda Melrose
Created: 2016
Edited and Published: 2019