The moon with her golden glow
An eerie light she does bestow
Walking home on this darkened night
Every little sound instill's a fright
Hearing footsteps from behind
I turn but no ones there to find
With no time to turn around
My body falls to the ground
My killer with fangs stops to stare
As my ghostly soul rises to the air
With a look full of fright
He flees into the darkened night
By Anne-marie Cockburn
