John+-+dream+poem

__ Frankenstein Manor __ As I looked up in the sky, The clouds sat very low. An old wooden fence, Rotting, Leaning back and forth. I looked beyond at a small broken house. A man stood on the front step. The man was very tall, With a bright glow from his neck. The silver bolts were covered in blood. He walked closer, I grew with fear. The gate opened and he slowly said, Come in. Taking a step towards him, I start to sink into the ground, Gaining in speed, I descended faster. When my head reached the ground, I could not breathe and felt dead. My eyes flew open as I gasped for air, I felt relived since I was in a safe place