by L. A. Hardt

Created on: October 06, 2008

In the darkness of the night,

light's are dim and moonlight bright.

Fear sends shivers up my spine,

as something follows close behind.

Afraid to turn my head to see,

just what it is that follows me.

Instead I coax my feet to run,

my heart is pounding this ain't fun.

The witching hour shadows fall,

upon the streets and up the wall.

Screaming silence in the night,

I tremble as I sense the fright.

I wildly scramble to my door,

then tumble in onto the floor.

Breathing heavy I lock up tight,

to keep the evil out this night.

I make my way up to my bed,

and place the covers on head.

I say a prayer that I awake,
to see the sun the next daybreak.

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