Missive

As far as a letter goes,

It was nondescript,

The message it carried was sinister,

An irony, No one could decipher.

Who had to send it, No one knew?

Maybe a cruel relative or friend, I had no clue.

"You are next", it had a highlighted text,

Written in red ink, Calligraphed to conquest.

There was the mystery of abduction in the street,

Maybe a kidnapper or a wannabe thief?

What he craves, the intention was not clear,

Lust filled thoughts or a money-hungry cadaver.

I yelled I moaned, sobbed, my face embarked in perspiration,

The mystery of the letter was increasing my palpitation.

"O not me, I screamed out loud",

My mom came beside me and sat near my couch.

"You were dreaming my sweet girl", she enlightened.

Filled with tears, on her lap, with anxiety I crouched.

Alas, it was just a bad dream, I am stable, 

"The mystery of the letter solved",

Now back I roared like a lioness, But in my grotto.