Ghost
GHOST ----- THE DREAM
25TH January When I went to sleep
Midnight the time when my sleep was deep
I see Ghost coming down the stairs
Black coloured gown was what she wears
Teeths the same like that of the shark
Nails so big look scary in the dark
I was alone she had already known
So she came with breathtaking tone
Looked at me with her wicked eyes
None to listen me louder cries
She was ready with her devilous look
Holding the knife to cut me to cook
Striked the knife on my body to trim
And woke me up as it was the illusion in my Dream.
--------YASHU
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