Tonight |
as we will all live in fright |
Hang tight |
as a cow "Mooed " from beyond the heard. |
A soft tinker was heard |
must be a spirit lurking within. |
A ping shared loud and thin |
has blanked your skin. |
The quietness within |
something died and turned to Jell. |
By the smell |
painted the ground thin. |
A quake and a shake |
darkness surfaced everyone's skin. |
Wolf |
tempting a visit within. |
the door swung open |
behind the wall you can see his face. |
a creepy place. |
Up the hill out of sight |
by Fortunelli Black |
Midnight poems |