Let The Night Decide
By Fadrian Bartley
Three levels of sleep three places of nightmares, To awaken from one is to remain in another. One represents the silence two is for fear, and the third is to scream, open the window, let the moon gleam upon your pillow. Light a candle meditate your prayers, but take the Bible and remove the doll off the table. This is prayer with a sacred fiddle, but if you follow the rules you will understand the riddle. Before you come in leave your shoes at the doorway, And walk backward that is what they say. And if you hear me scream from the other side of the room, Wait until I am finish yours is coming soon. Rumblings outside thunder it seems, is this familiar to that which was in your dream? Now there goes the rain the approach of weather, Close the door there's nowhere else to shelter. Make no noise as this old house gives the creeps, The room on the corner is where you will sleep. What goes on in here you don't have a clue, So before you proceed let me warn you. Close all the windows cover the mannequins, Wrap them tightly and use sticking pins, For all the others who did once reside, This house is a place where only the night will decide.
About The Author
Fadrian Bartley lives in Kingston Jamaica. He writes poetry in various themes such as horror, thrillers, high fantasy, life, nature, inspiration, and people’s personalities. His work appears in the R.F.D Magazine, “First Time” issue #173 in 2018, and online web magazines such as Aphelion magazine with his poem “Annabell’ published in 2020 and the Wild Sound Film Festival where you can find his poem “Daughter of the Dust”.
Fadrian is a front desk agent with a diploma in customer service. He writes mostly at night with his cat sitting beside his lamp. He can be reached on Facebook and on Instagram @artexerexes