Heres a little creepy Halloween horror story poem for you guys. Happy Halloween guys!
The Shadow
He walks among the darkness, of any alleyway
In every pitch Black Forest, the light he has betrayed
They all call him a fiend, a demon straight from hell
Killing in the dozens, dropping bodies down a well
No one has ever seen him, and lived through it to tell
Even witnesses far away, say he casts some weird spell
And even when witnesses escape, they better lock their doors,
Or they will soon be found, buried under their floors
Sneaking down the streets, as quiet as a mouse,
Always creeping always prowling, right into your house
And as soon as you realize, he's with you in your room,
DOWN comes that ol' rusty axe, you have met your doom.
He walks among the darkness, of any alleyway
In every pitch Black Forest, the light he has betrayed
They all call him a fiend, a demon straight from hell
Killing in the dozens, dropping bodies down a well
They say within the forest, there is an old brown shed,
Lined inside with axes, swords, and many victim heads,
There is a old beat coffin, a skeleton full of spikes,
And an old broken hammer, and many taken bikes.
So on the place called Demon Street, don't ever walk alone
Unless you want to hear his steps, make their silent tone.
You thought you've seen stuff scary, you haven't seen enough,
Don't look back, don't turn around, or things could get rough.
He walks among the darkness, of any alleyway
In every pitch Black Forest, the light he has betrayed
They all call him a fiend, a demon straight from hell
Killing in the dozens, dropping bodies down a well
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Poetry: Normal, Silly and Serious
PoetryThese are poems and maybe some haikus that I write on my free time and in Writing class. Some are silly and some are serious and deep. Some will be rhyming and some won't. Enjoy guys!
