Poem

Darkness dances in my dreadful dreams

I struggle to comprehend it's sinister schemes

Some solid and sordid apparitions appear and sever the solace of my soul

I neither desist nor detest

As many are the metamorphosis of my former fallacies.

They make me learn the necessity of repentance

But some ghosts are ghastly they prick me mercilessly

and trying to teach me the intensity of my abhorrent aberrations.

Sha'hero'Speaks