A DOLL IN MY NIGHTMARES...

See it in shadows cast on a cliffside grey,

A small doll stands,

where pure nightmares are at play.

Beneath a lone moon,

pale and wan,

It haunts the dreams of every soul.

Its hands and legs creak with a ghostly glee,

As the winds whisper tales of blissful misery.

In the chilling depths of an endless night,

This doll's secrets shall soon take their flight.

Taking each step closer,

Is a dreadful dare,

For your worst horrors dwell in this doll.

Invisible hands that grasp and seize you,

Evokes the wildest, darkest pleas in you,

Through windows to a soul black,

The stars are hence veiled,

As your Sanity and Reason are assailed.

The doll’s mouth, a yawning maw,

Where lost souls will plunge, forever raw.

A doll seated on a nightmare’s crest,

Where peace and sleep will never find rest.

In the echoes of a jolting midnight scream,

The doll lingers on in an endless dream…

WRITTEN BY,

R.MAHIMA RAM

(writer's note - this poem is in honor of Spooky Season)