Fright
I hear the warlocks chanting spells,
And tremble at the sound;
The necromancer starts to spin,
And corpses whirl around.
The naked witches writhe on brooms
As magic potions brew;
Her cackles loud, one blows a kiss,
And tells me, ‘I want you.’
I turn to run, but trip and fall.
Cadavers lick my head;
One worms its tongue into my mouth…
I scream and wake in bed.
I must have fainted with the fright:
A vampire’s in my room tonight.
26th September, for Francine’s Dreams contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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