Shriek

Shriek as a cry, follows a whine

I place the photo above the heart that is mine

It rips and tears for only an hour

Black bats and owls begin to shower

They patter like rain, give only a howl

As the black dogs and eagles give up a growl

Twisting their brains around the door

A single stone cracks on the floor

I tiptoe across the landing so silent and still

As black magic witches make potions to kill

My imagination can go pretty far

But the sight of a hearse, a death labelled car

It drives carefully and parks on my drive

The men get out barely alive

As they take my entire family away

I believe in ghosts and omens to stay

The crunch of the car as it zooms pretty far

I realise a dream can go pretty far!