The Witches Gate

Oddly confused and compelled by these ancient metal bars that lead to the charmed mansion. On a clammy and peaceful night the decision was made undeniable to enter the spooky manor by midnight. Now here I stand, hardly believable, as my body forces me to open this enchanted gate. I felt the air change as if the mansion had awoken to feel my presence in its layer. The full moon had risen as animosity My body lingered with disturbance as my heart burst with anxiety. My curiosity is taking a chance, even though fear is creeping up my spine rapidly. Everything real around me was fading. All the beauty had gone away slowly leaving me in this realm, seemed torture! I felt warped to this dimension or created a fantasy as a dreadful adventure. My eyes wondered in a staggered path. The aromas in the air changed bittersweet, like passion poisoned in a steamily bath. The sun rose in a steady beat; as if it were a ritual draining me dry and everything else in its path. We act as if we have nothing left, as if die... Now running through this labyrinth, desperate to find a way back home. Only I hear a compelling sound, like from a myth. Like an endless charm begging me to come. I hear the charm call my name the sound was getting higher, as if it were coming to claim its prize; and now its composer to the beautiful song has just deserted the band. The sound comes out as a screech... Suddenly my eyes were forced opened. It was dark again and my brain had to tentatively meet reality...It was all just a dream.