The Mall

I take a step inside the dimly lit mall,

Ahead of me, all I can see is filthy cobwebbed walls,

I wonder as I walk in silence,....all alone,

And just then, ... the lights start to fickle for reasons unknown,

Before I can retaliate and call for help,

It stops flickering and a little better I felt.

I take the escalator, to the first floor I rose,

Upon landing I see a mannequin, in a staring yet silent pose,

In the pin-drop silence, behind me, I hear a loud clap like sound,

I freak! And my heart began to pound!

I turn and look in all directions,

There is nobody...

Is this something to worry or be relived is a confusion.

What happened next, to me is scaringly hair-raising,

The memory of which in my mind will always be daunting,

A thick drop of water- like slide on my cheek,

Wiping it off I am petrified! It's just red paint? or.....? Oh, Good Angel! I shriek!

As I look up, praying to not see what I fear,

The lights start to fickle again so nothing I see is clear,

I turn back to run, wiping the red on my face,

To my utmost horror, the mannequin I just saw was no more in its place.

"Looking out for me? " I can feel the cold breathe, very close behind me,

I freeze, shiver, I don't want to turn back, I just do not wanna see,

"It's just me here, the Dark Lord, no Angel nor Sprite"

The chills down my spine now reignite,

To run I take a step back and... Thud! I trip over the barricade, fall hard from a great height,

Unable to open my eyes as the light now is too bright.

Am I dead???!! I hold my breath and open my eyes to see my afterlife first sight.

What I see is truly heaven in the dawn of light,

An angelic face so close to me, in deepest slumber with a blissful smile,

Confused yet contented, was I dreaming all the while?

A tight hug to my little son I give and close back my heavy drowsy eyes,

To enter yet another unreal queer world of fantasy, thrills, and highs.