Wizard - One Hot Summer Night
It was late in August, on a hot summer’s night,
When I encountered the most horrible fright.
The drapes hung freely over each window,
Head nestled deeply in the goose down pillow.
I heard a soft rustle near the edge of my bed,
So I looked up quickly, and saw a young women’s head.
She was ghostly transparent, reached out her hand.
Her speech was muffled, so I could not understand.
I slipped in the covers, I am not sure why.
She scared the pajamas off me, I cannot deny.
After a few minutes, she just floated away,
But I will never forget, what happened that day.
drapes/pillow/edge/muffled/slipped/deny
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