Do the noises scare you, when the midnight wolves are howling?
Do you feel the chill, as the cold air brushes past you, whispering the words of the dead?
Can you feel the ground shift, as the dead come up to dance?
Can you see it, the figures in the shadows, waiting for you?
It's best not to.
Not to hear.
Not to feel.
Not to see, because once you do, you can never run and you can never hide.
From the monsters that will eat you alive.
Happy Halloween!
-❤️ Isa
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PoetryI'm just gunna publish a bunch of poems that I have written and that I will write on here in just one little space for them, but just like for any poem they won't all be based on the same thing. I'll also write other stuff that aren't that long in h...
