She kept knocking at my door
This creepy thing since I was just four
Did She want to take me by the hand
And dance with Me in foreign lands?
I dared not open that portal
As - on the other side - she stood still
Patiently waiting for me to
Fulfill her unwavering will
This lady with hair as dark as raven
And eyes a crimson red
This lady clad in a saree as white as snow
And silver anklets that Echo the sound of the Dead.
-AN
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Author:
AN (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I share a history with manifestations of my imagination since I was little. This is an ode to one such who tormented and consumed my dreams as a child.
- Category: Fantasy
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