My Nightmar, Their Night Rain

The wooden bed creaked as I turn The sleep of my brother was wacky The heavy hand landed on my face with its majesty He snored and talked under a groaning voice I fought on all odds but could find no sleep A dark pitch clouds hanged menacingly over our village The pregnant cloud finally gave birth to a stormy rain The thunder could be heard from a very close distance The lighting could be seen piercing through the window spacing A cold chill run through my spine in disarray Very scared I was but brimming in determination to find sleep A voice called to my back as I wrestle A cold soft voice with a sound like a whistle My feet felt cold and hands began to shiver I tremble as I looked into her eyes in fears It was the last time I will ever see her tears She was slim and 5.5 feet tall and very intelligent Our meeting was rather simple but very sweet It was fill with love, friendship, so colourful 6.5 feet I am though, the hug was meaningful Let go off me she said looking so tearful I would if I could I said feeling so sorrowful Her face, very cute finely molded and gently beautiful Her nose, beautifully crafted and accurately positioned Her eyes, so perfectly laced looking sparklingly charming Her hair, shiningly dangles behind her as she moves Her lips, my brother don’t bother to wither any further For they are the descriptions you will wander in farther To Be continued…