The monster keeps coming back in my dreams all nights,with that wistful smile that choked my life,
grinning wild with evil joys,horrid as it could ever be,
kept asking for what it gave but never asked for,
all green and crisp that makes men lie,
I screamed at nights with my eyes shut tight,
nightmares of wolves would have felt better for a change,
I could hear the tap on my door so sleek,
but I dare not open to quench my fear,
I heard his howls so loud and shrill,
that made my skin turn as white as a ghost,
I held my breath to hide myself,
but got vanished in to air as thin as hair,
burned in hell for fires of life,
that left no smoke to claim my ashes...
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