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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~ The fog, it clings the heavens low, a damp and murky sight Where creaking branch and fears bestow, this chilly autumn night The path it winds, a serpentine, a' slither 'long the way As shadows dance a drastic scene, in silhouette array My heart now beats a rapid pace, cold shivers grip my spine Escaping breath, no steps to trace, don't even know what's mine A rustle neath the thicket dense, it scurries past my feet I stop and turn, in my defense, now praying for retreat Oh why, I wonder, have I strode, this eerie, ghostly way A shortcut to my own abode, I’ve traveled on by day When then above, the faintest glow, appears behind the mist, The moon, now full, begins to show, “Not now,” my screams insist My skin it rips, expanding burn, I howl through sharpened teeth Long scraggy hair, a hungry yearn, my soul of no relief With eyes, now such a larger size, much easier to see And ears so huge, it's no surprise, I'm hearing perfectly On fours, I crawl, through forest thick when then, a blanket thrown A trap, I yell, a dirty trick, come out, I say, be shown A granny's quilt, that's how it feels, so heavy, woven tight It's thick with dust, it now reveals that something isn't right I toss the cover from my head, a ripping, tearing, scream Its then I tumble out of bed, my word, it’s just a dream Well, that’ll teach me, teach me good, this thought I’ll have to keep, Do not read, “Little Red Riding Hood” before I go to sleep Written for: Scary Stories Cash Prize Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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