THE DOLL

I went to the cliff attic.
Pebbles that glitered reflected a light.
There was an antique doll.
Then i had a dream: skinny pale hands.
There was an evil giggle.
I knew something bad was coming.
This was the worst possible thing to remember.
I couldn't remember details what had happen.
Then I could remember fondly.
But after the dream i had, was real now.
I was so hesitatant.
And couldn't believe that what i have
Dream was coming to be.