8 June 2012
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.
Sleepless • Opuss № I