-Christmas Nightmare-
It was almost Christmas time in Japan
All the children and adults in the land
Were excited and cheery and just couldn't wait
For Christmas day, so don't stay up late.
However not everything is as it would look
No it wasn't, because just like a book
Everything can change in a moment, a glance
So wish those in trouble and ask for a chance.
In the school of Mahora, the girls were ecstatic
Though some people were anxious and some people were sick
One little child could not sleep at all, tossing and turning
A nightmare was created during this holiday season.
"No, no!" He would scream in his dream
His head was full of ghoulish demons and monsters and things
The roommates were out on a holiday rant
And nothing could help him, not even a chant.
In the dream, he was wee young, during the eve of Christmas
He was all alone right after the mass
Whilst his sister had left him all by himself; alone
Someone was there, no a thing. It started to moan.
"GAH!" The child had yelped, tears beginning to form
But that could not help him for the thing began to swarm
And soon there were two, then three, and a dozen
Yet the childish heart was beating fast behind the muslin.
Eyes widened with fear and face pale and white
Nothing could compare to what he had experienced that night
The things were now swarming faster and closer
Appearing more visible to the child, their features more clearer.
Their appearance quite ghastly and ultimately scary
Near-fleshless hands reaching out while to the contrary
Faces of terror, flesh they still got
But maggots crawled from the holes—their eyes bloodshot.
The one to the right of it wasn't symmetric
For it looked like a zombie and skeletal mix
To the left was another, its arm was still bleeding
And another and another, the monsters kept coming.
It was terrifying to the child, his body kept shaking
However no human was coming, no one to save him
He would scream and scream and scream to no avail
No one was around to even hear the petrified wail.
"Ne...Ne-kan.." He was able to mutter
But he was all alone with monsters that kept on en-crowding
A headless ghost reached the child still terrified
A gash in his chest and quite disturbing—no lie.
"The...heart" A raspy voice said from behind
And appeared a human ghost staring without a mind
The brow of his head completely cut off
And to the other monsters, it let out a scoff.
"What way is that to treat a young lad" It said
"The child is still young and he still has his head
So leave him to me, be gone you horrid beasts!
This child is all mine, all mine to feast."
It grabbed the child by the arm and yanked him straight up
From the horrors below that sounded like 'shlup'
Or was it this being, who was dragging away
The child to another place, to another dire day?
"So young and yet..." The ghost whispered as if in a sleep
Its voice sounded like that of an old-time chimney sweep
His appearance wasn't as dreadful as the ghouls from below
So the child had relaxed more, a mistake he would soon know.
It was almost the time of twelve of o'clock
When the flying pair landed on top of a dock
A town was empty, no ships in the harbor
And the wooden planks groaned as they walked on the floor.
Buildings were empty and black windows set
On top of walls that were crumbling yet
The child could not see, much fear for he was young
An age of immaturity and the mind set only on home.
"We're almost there" Spoke ghost beside the child
"It is much better than those monsters, ya?" Its voice quite mild
He could only muster a shake of the head
While the ghost smiled because he knew another would soon be dead.
And just as the spirit had mentioned
They were soon at a house where outside was a son
Who could've been ordinary but something about the boy
Told the child the building wasn't fun like a toy.
"Inside" The ghost said, pointing half a finger
Yet an aura of darkness nearby still lingered
Even if his heart and mind said 'no'
The child followed the ghost inside unsure how it would go.
Pitch-black encompassed the child in seconds
As the ghost, a shimmering blue, continued to beckon
And as the child continued, a jolt went down his spine
Whilst they stopped at a door that seemed to give off a shine.
The door creaked as the hinges were utilized
Like no being lived here and walking in would end in demise
A torch was burning by a rusty brass holder
The room resembled an old kitchen, in the middle a counter.
The room was about four meters by four
Cabinets and shelves, and only the one door
For means of entering and exiting the room
Or even escaping someone's own doom.
The counter in the center was stained a red-black
And of long, chiseled markings from blades hanging on a rack
Beside the counter, hilts worn and metal stained as well
Last the floor was covered in things that had made the child fell.
In horror, he screamed at what he had saw
They were femurs and tibias and craniums, some without a jaw
But it didn't mater because foreshadowing would say
That this would be the child's last and final day.
"You're not getting out..." The ghost said with a pause
"Alive, that is!" Reaching out with a hand resembling a claw
The fingers grabbed around the throat of the kid
Throwing him on the table, clasps of bones appeared that were hid.
Bones kept the child from moving, from squirming also
Whilst the ghost grabbed a knife from the rack which was sewn
Of the decapitated hands and arms from those who entered the house
Whether a human old, young, or even a mouse.
It cackled again, raising the knife still
Tracing the areas where the blade would soon fill
And tears began to pour out from the kid restrained
Unable to escape from his last of his days.
Before the knife could sink into his chest
Before his mind and body was able to fully rest
He realized the boy he saw from earlier was dead
And it repeated over and over inside of his head...
The child awoke from his terrifying dream
To the sun seeping through on Christmas, it seemed
Nothing was wrong, everything was right
And rightfully jolly, for it was morning not night.
A tree with presents was on the coffee table today
And the child was here, forever to stay
Until the Rider of Nitemares comes a myth of old would say
To wreak havoc and kill children again on Christmas Day.
-TzuiAssassian- 12.14.2007
Author's quick Note: I am aware some of the lines have a large amount of syllables, and a couple of the couplets don't rhyme, but they did in my head... Anyways, thanks to my brother for reading it over and saying everything and anything about every line. -.- Seriously, it took him a while to read it!
Happy holidays and merry Christmas to everyone!