I'm sorry fanged. If it makes you feel better, mines pretty bad. Souls and Spirits On the edge of my seat, as I hear the door creak, The door knob turns, and freedom I seek. It inches open, but there's not one single soul, In the light of the fire. The burning blazing coal. A chill will run down, my short skinny spine, And I must start to wonder, is this something divine? I huddle by the wall, cold, scared and frozen in place As this bodiless spirit invaded my space. I feel a touch now, and my hair stands on end, I ponder this spirit. What has it to send? I'm stardled and frightened and I see a bright light, I feel life slip away, and pray with all my might.
Hey guys!!! XD I apologise for the suckiness of my poem but here it is!!! There are things of which we never speak Things that moan, and crawl, and creep Things that slither, slide, and groan And rend your skin from flesh and bone They prowl the dark without a sound And leave they're Hell deep underground And roam our streets to find their prey And hide once more in light of day Some like blood and some like flesh Some like old and some like fresh Some like cracking, breaking bones While filling ears with haunting groans Beware the souls that hide from light And enter forth in dark of night Beware the ghosts beneath your bed For they are dying, never dead Beware the witches, mummies, ghouls Avoid the moaning, dying, fools And when the fiends come out to play Lock your doors and hide away