Object succumb to silence from an alley of dark void
Fouls air flowing through the old wooden window
The expression of fear on the face of an old woman in a rocking chair
One finger prick by a cushion needle, when utters a verse of old riddle
Reflection from the moon through a dusty curtain
With the sound of a rushing wind swiftly disturb
Something flowing in the misty air looking to be settled
Trapped to an object of affection, a gift the child find infatuated
Doesn’t breath, no eyes to see
No trace of heartbeat pattering
Hollowed look and strange eyes, rest in the hand of a little girl
Standing at the doorway with a length of hair blowing in the misty wind
A metamorphic grandma have seen
The child utters ‘’you are in a dream’’
The slamming window and banging doors, the frighten child scream
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