Nightmare Land
Deep into the forgotten land, where all your Nightmares becomes a reality.
The little light given to see was the full moons,
The hunting sounds of mutated wolf's, and the warning sound of the wise owl.
All tales of the land says it feeds from your fears,
My childhood Nightmare becomes a reality,
Creeping sounds of dead tree branches,
And spooky sounds of the vulture wanting to feed of your flesh.
The haunted cry of my long, lost sister, Sally got me worried.
All this seems like my imagination.
Voices from her, tells me to run for my life
My dead father, warning me to get out of the land.
My wishes to see my dead family in the land became invalid,
Seems am going to be part of them.
The land made me realize Nightmares are true
HALLOWEEN SCARES
10/31 /2017
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