The Shadow Dreamer
The moon caught his eyes, too bright
Sleep was not coming at night.
After trying too hard
Finally dozed at the morning
Can not remember, what was the time?
A man walked silently inside his dream
He had purple heart was burning in flame,
He had golden teeth and shiny claws,
Giggled like a hyena frightened and caught.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha…!” The man made the sound!
The dreamer took a pillow and sealed his eyes,
Started sleepwalking to save his soul,
Spotted some people were seating distance by fire,
He wanted to run towards them,
But the shadow hunted them all within a blink.
He can not sleep like a baby tonight,
In his dream, it was not everything alright,
The man was coming for him
Can not run, the man was quick,
He stood up and got an iron rod nearby.
“Wait, wait, let him come closer”
He played hard the iron rod with full courage and strength,
The shadow man disappeared into smoke.
He jumped upon his bed and cheered up “hurrah!!!”
His little sister was playing at his room asked, “what happened?”
Always love
Vikram
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