I woke up tonight and wrote this Horror.
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A Night Walk Lost
15 October 09
.
Thunder rolled late this night
Wind whistled as in fright
Flickering out a candlelight
Darkness steals your sight
.
Cat howls at you
Numb as the blue
Chilling you through
The wicked is true
.
Quickly walk on
Chilled to the bone
Nervous alone
Wishing to be gone
.
Creaking sounds catch your ear
Filling you up with so much fear
Something coming near
Eyes fill with tear
.
Cackles of witches fly by
Look up in the sky
The mind does wicked fry
Maybe it is time to die
.
Spells grab your soul
The fever takes it’s toll
Falling down that hole
Something else has control
.
Wicked smells of death
Such a horrible breath
Such a horrible breath
Lost in a haunted death
.
All you can do is cry
Nothing left to try
No one does reply
All that is left is to die
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