The House

There was a knock at the door,

She ran and locked herself with the door,

Though there was an affectionate voice

She hid under the bed with no choice.

The voice grew stronger the door got opened,

She was nowhere seen as she remained frozen.

The legs with swamps and half trousers stood a beast.

The knock, on the cupboard with a stubborn.

The little girl maintained composure by

Controlling her posture.

Hands and eyes were seen all around her.

Graveyard she witnessed in the room along with a spur.

She was about to puck, with fear.

The beast was gone by trembling shoe sound.

As she crawled, the ground.

He was waiting, and she lied motionless to make him dumb.

He carried her and gave a wicked smile for his plumb.

A scream occurred, she fell.

Two beasts of equal size fought in hell for her.

The boy wept and went screaming.

The savior kissed her by gleaming.

She remained, house arrested by being a doll.

She never enjoyed her love even without a squall.