Poetry

A SCARY EDITION

By 22nd September 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

Darker skies close in this night
I scurry back to home
I close all windows shut the door
I fear that spirits roam

I sit there scared and listen
The wind picks up and then
The creaks and sounds that fill the air
Gives chill to hearts of men

A sudden knock against the house
My heart it quickens more
And by the window flashing past
A sight which chilled my core

A shadowed figure flashed by there
I couldn’t make it out
I think it looked right at me then
I think I heard it shout

My blood is charging through my veins
Surely this is it
They’ve come to get me on my own
I’m really in the shit

Then rattling at my door I hear
My whole world now so odd
I drop down to my knees to say
Please help me now dear god

“Bang” the door flies open
And there in front is stood
A ghostly apparition
Scream? I wish I could!

A head pops out from hooded cloth
A smile I see it wears
“It’s me the paper boy” he grins
(I didn’t mean to swear)

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