Timothy Abegunde Poet Quatrain

In the Dark Ghost Room

I think feel a breeze
A breeze and a touch of horror
Something makes my breath seize
The stings of inner torture

The beast  of  the dark just passes
I hear the pings of its awfulness
Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses
Something  grip me here – oh fearfulness!

Now what – silence…
The quietness of  the  graveyard 
I sense trouble in disguise
Only that worse turns bad

Oh wait, I can see
Slow approaches of eye balls
The burning eyes of the black beast
Monster, you, coming for me or my pulse

This is it my adventure fiasco
In the ever-dark ghost room
I would rather die like a hero
Behind this locked door with my rheum

As  I’ll  lay my back on this door
Oh beast feast, on me feast
I can hear quacks as I fall
…the door open at least

Massacre! Oh massacre of the beast
Sun ray-the enemy of the dark monster
Came in for its burnt feast 
Because the door opened

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Craig Schaber November 10, 2011 at 5:25 PM very good poem 5 stars Timothy Abegunde November 10, 2011 at 5:40 PM Thanks, Craig. Timothy Abegunde November 10, 2011 at 5:25 PM Thanks, namesake.

Timothy-Paker Nwaorgu November 10, 2011 at 3:44 AM Captivating rhymes! i so love this poem. Good one bro, Namesake. Timothy Abegunde November 10, 2011 at 5:36 PM Thank you, namesake.

Carol Sunshine Brown November 8, 2011 at 7:37 AM Congratulations on your well deserving poem being featured this week Timothy. Love, Carol Timothy Abegunde November 10, 2011 at 5:33 PM Thank you Carol. I actually wrote this poem to feature in a member's contest but I couldnt get a computer system so I didnt made it to that contest titled, 'and the door opened.' but thank God poetrysoup feature it this week. and thank you for compliment.