Dark Memories

The night stood veiled like a nun Leaving aside the unfinished works she curled into bed, tired Thoughts once dead, like spirits, from another world came to haunt They threatened to lacerate her in the stillness of the night Gagged by those ferocious demons she choked for breath Chained and handcuffed, she couldn't move. Should she drink to the lees the dregs of the bitter potion? She couldn't wink an eye! She heard someone asking 'Why should you keep alive the past in an album and turn its pages every now and then' But...she couldn't help...... Like serpents uncoiling memories came. If she slept, they would strike. So she kept staring into the awful darkness, wide eyed!