Love of Horror
Love of Horror
When shadows lengthen, and the moon hangs low,
My heart beats fast, a thrilling, eager glow.
For whispers chilling, and for blood-red gleam,
I find my comfort in a waking dream.
The creaking floorboards, the unearthly wail,
A twisted plot, a terror-filled tale.
No gentle rom-com, no drama's soft embrace,
But monsters lurking, leaving not a trace.
From classic slashers to the psychological fright,
I seek the darkness, bathed in eerie light.
The jump scares jolt, the tension holds me tight,
A delicious shiver in the dead of night.
So bring the ghouls, the vampires, and the fiends,
The ancient curses, and the nightmare scenes.
For in the horror, I find a strange delight,
And slumber soundly, dreaming of the fright.
Copyright © Jami Patterson | Year Posted 2025
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