Sonnet Sunday’s: Bravery

The wind flows with blood-stopping wails

Just like the ones in campfire tales

Slowly, your heart starts to flutter

Pounding like the wooden shutter

Pause as you open the front door

Walk right into cobwebs galore

As you ascend the creaky stairs

Boldly go where no one else dares

Your steps stir up the dust so thick

Proving to all you’re not afraid

Venture to where the dead have stayed

There is a room at the end

Enter at your own risk, my friend

Standing in the farthest corner

A small girl dressed as a mourner

You approach her ever so quaint

Even though you’re about to faint

See a portion of her charred face

Causing your timid heart to race

Black as it were, living coal

Her cold eyes stare right through your soul

Startled, you go down with a thump

Darkness surrounds you as you slump