The clock strikes 12 and a shadow appears.
Towering at 6'9, it hisses, "Come to me, my dear."
She wears a tattered nightgown, no shoes clinging to her feet.
When the silence breaks, clattering teeth.
It takes her hand and leads her through a gate.
Inside she trembles, questioning her fate.
Weeds and headstones cover her path.
In the distance, a tormented laugh.
Skulls are thrown around the ground.
Behind her ribcage, a thumping sound.
Deep into the darkness, a flicker of light.
An instinct awakens, Fight or flight.
Heat fills her to the core.
She swears she has stumbled upon this place before.
Unlike anything from her dreams.
A place like no other, a terrifying reality.
