They were a fast speeding move on the floor,
The haste looked like a fleeing soar,
Quick as a wink the disappearance marked a four.
Opening the door ajar found no trace,
Upset over the vanishing blaze,
Stood mute overseeing the magical glaze,
Deliberating whether it could be an imaginative maze.
Closed the door with great care,
Turned slowly from the specific fare,
But came to a standstill by a frightening stare,
Eyes peering and peeping across in an inquisitive glare.
Shattered by the phantasy so near,
Shaken by the proximity of the sight to tears,
Legs dwindling in absolute fear,
Drove an implication of a deadly casting on the rear.
The popping eyes across the glass,
Pronounced a dreary flash,
Passing frictions on the adrenaline class,
While deducing a palpitation in a bash.
Blaming woefully the cruel destiny,
Unbolted the door praying simultaneously to the almighty.
Raised the eyelids in panic but watched in relief happily