Halloween Poem # 15....The Old Cemetery...For Paula's Challenge
I would cut through the old cemetery
But this is Halloween night
Don't want to wake anyone up
That would really give me a fright!
I've heard the place is haunted
Don't want to take that chance
So I will take the long way around
In this special circumstance
But looking over my shoulder
I see a disturbing sight
Bodies rising up from their graves
Scuttling about in the moonlight
And now they're coming after me
I've got nowhere to run
My short legs don't pump fast enough
Wishing I had a gun
Glancing back I hear them there
They're moaning and screaming at me
As I cut through the darkened plots
I can barely even see
Help me someone-they're lurching towards me
I'm running as fast as I can
When suddenly I find myself
Right back where I began
In front of the old cemetery again
Where are those undead now?
Hope they went back to their graves
Phew! I saved myself somehow!
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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