Halloween poem.
I’m listening to the strange sounds,
coming from the dark eerie shadows.
The stench of decay fills the air,
issuing from the rotting coffins.
Will I become the next victim tonight,
of angry spirits haunting this place?
I have no weapons to defend myself with,
not even a single wooden stake.
I must escape from this scary forest,
go to the safety of the city miles away.
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