Sleepless

The elements came bashing at my thin and battered glass
As I curled in my cold bed,
Waiting for it to pass

And every time the wind howled
my window panes would shake
They rattled on their hinges
While I lay, still awake

The damp pervaded every surface
As I struggled to stay warm
I wondered what would happen
In the aftermath of the storm

Then the rain came beating down
Its icy coldness struck the ground
But the storm was not subsiding
And the worst was still inbound

As I walked up to the window battered by the wind and rain
Hearing wind rush through the trees
As they bend and groan in pain

But the splatters on the window
Make it very hard to see
Everything just seemed washed out
Just blurred black and grey to me

Just then all of a sudden
As I peered through the glass
A sorry spectre formed before me
And advanced towards me fast

I could hardly believe it
The ghost with wide, dead eyes
mouth open, filled with darkness
Grinned, amused at my surprise

I was petrified but nonetheless
I backed but kept in in my sight
I hit the wall and groped behind me
Searching for the light

Success! I found a torch.
And with its peircing beam
I killed the ghost as it let out
A haunting, howling scream

I wiped sweat from my head
The storm was over, it would seem
I'd awoken to its aftermath
The ghost was just.
A dream.