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A Dark Walk Home

The wind is whistling through the trees, fear has brought me to my knees. The moon is bright and full, it's time for the midnight ghouls. Trying to outrun the dark, I an feel terror making it's mark. Stumbling and tripping as I run, All Hallows Eve is full of dark fun. Hearing the footsteps right behind, my house I may never find. What was that in the bush? My insides turn to mush. Trying desperately not to fall, behind me I hear an evil call. The witches cooking up their brew, what am I supposed to do? In front of me is a black cat, over my head just flew a bat. Surrounded by shadows and the night, for my life I'll have to fight. Did you hear that distant howl? What about that creepy owl? On the wind you'll hear my screams, Claimed by the ghosts and undead things.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/8/2011 12:31:00 PM
I have stopped by to read some of your excellent poetry today Illyanna. I hope to be back soon to read them again. I wish you the best with your writing always. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/21/2009 11:46:00 PM
I love this Demented....keep writing...I enjoy it so when you do...Evil
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Date: 9/21/2009 4:34:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us Illyanna. As always I wish you the best in your future writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/20/2009 7:48:00 AM
See those goblins, see those ghouls, see their evil spun from evil rules. They're here for souls to take, as their prey starts to quake. Great write Love ya.....Wicked
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Date: 9/20/2009 4:23:00 AM
"Touche" "Check and mate" very good piece of work!
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Date: 9/20/2009 4:09:00 AM
Kool poem by one of The Three Sisters>>James
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Date: 9/20/2009 4:02:00 AM
Nicely done ghost story. Presented in form to draw one into the poem. Keep writing. Sara
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