Wanted to contribute to the Free Write Friday and exercise the mind…
There we no real reason for me to enter the tree
Of course there was curiosity to drive my desire
What fool listens to a strange voice in the forest
Only one that runs like his pants are on fire.
As I enter I sense that all is not well
There is a must to the air that shouldn’t be
Light from the candles seems eerie at best
But there is just enough so that it lets me see.
All sorts of strange potions and plants
Shelves of strange shapes that seem to move
A faded mirror sits in the corner all dusty
He closes the door, the lock slides in the groove.
With a start I bolt upright in the bed
Searching the room I see it was just a dream
Slowly I recognize the soft chuckle as my own
I’m glad that no one heard as I woke with a scream.