This poem I wrote when I was 10. It's about spooky things in the night. |
As I walk along in the misty night, I saw…, a haunted castle As I walk along in the misty night, I heard…, a crying werewolf As I walk along in the misty night, I saw…, a pair of glowing eyes As I walk along in the misty night, I heard…, a screeching bat As I walk along in the gloomy night, I saw…, a window’s light coming from the haunted castle As I walk along in the gloomy night, I heard…, hungry howl coming from the crying werewolf As I walk along in the gloomy night, I saw…, a pair of pointy fangs by the glowing eyes As I walk along in the gloomy night, I heard…, a frantic flapping coming from the screeching bat As I walk along in the stormy night, I saw…, a ghost glistening against a window’s light coming from the haunted castle As I walk along in the stormy night, I heard…, saliva dripping from a hungry howl coming from the crying werewolf As I walk along in the stormy night, I saw…, a flickering fork tongue under a pair of pointy fangs by the glowing eyes As I walk along in the stormy night, I heard…, a heart beating and frantic flapping coming from the screeching bat |