October 6, 2013

Halloween Countdown Day 6: Not Alone

A cold dark night
A time for fright
A creeping feeling
All is not right

A cold wind blows
Through trees in rows
In pale moonlight
My shadow grows

I stop and stare
But nothing’s there
Yet still I get
That stiff neck hair

I walk some more
But it’s a chore
As I’m feeling
Chilled to the core

But then I hear
Too very near
Something behind
Something I fear

I start to run
This is no fun
And now I wish
I had a gun

My legs bounding
My heart pounding
Right behind me
Something’s hounding  

I’m headed straight
Right through my gate
I throw it wide
But it’s too late

1 comment:

  1. Awesome poem. I a totally getting in the mood.


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