HAUNTED WOODS
Walking through the woods one night
I came across a gruesome scene.
A sight that made me flee in fright.
I had forgotten Halloween.
A ghost appeared in flowing shroud,
Then Dracula demanding blood.
A zombie army moaning loud,
Shreds of clothing caked in mud.
A werewolf stood in front of me,
His howling echoed far and wide.
I was encircled, no way free.
Surrounded, I was terrified.
And then I reckoned I’d been caught.
It’s only trick or treat I thought.
But I was wrong, it all was true.
And now I am a zombie too.
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