Sonnet Sunday's: Bravery
The
wind flows with blood-stopping wails
Just
like the ones in campfire tales
Slowly,
your heart starts to flutter
Pounding
like the wooden shutter
Pause
as you open the front door
Walk
right into cobwebs galore
As
you ascend the creaky stairs
Boldly
go where no one else dares
Your
steps stir up the dust so thick
Proving
to all you’re not afraid
Venture
to where the dead have stayed
There
is a room at the end
Enter
at your own risk, my friend
Standing
in the farthest corner
A
small girl dressed as a mourner
You
approach her ever so quaint
Even
though you’re about to faint
See
a portion of her charred face
Causing
your timid heart to race
Black
as it were, living coal
Her
cold eyes stare right through your soul
Startled,
you go down with a thump
Darkness
surrounds you as you slump

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