Away With The Skies

The midnight moon shone on the house,
There was not a sound, not even a mouse,
It creaked, it cranked as the wind blew,
There were footsteps behind, was it me? Was it you?
I stepped through the door, what a horrible sight,
There was dust, there were spiders and they gave me a fright.
I looked all around, I looked up, I looked down,
What I saw made me scream, made me run, made me frown.
I stopped in the hallway and I saw something shake,
Was it the wind or was it a snake.
Was this the reason that no one before,
Had ventured into house number 4.
I was so frightened, so very scared,
I stopped, I listened, and then I just stared.
I stared at the door and the floor and the wall,
And all that I saw became so very small.
As if I had flown up into the sky,
As if I was souring like a lonely magpie.
I was feeling dizzy so I tried to sit down,
The world just kept spinning, up and around.
Then all of a sudden I opened my eyes,
I had been dreaming simply away with the skies.
I slowly sat up and opened the door,
I hadn't been dreaming, I hadn't at all.
I was in my pyjamas but not in my room,
How had this happened I was in the bathroom?
With really high ceilings and one low hanging rope,
There was one way out and I had to hope.
That the would be something at the other end,
That would take me back home, back to my friends.

By FlyingPenguins