Spoookeee
SPOOOOKEEEE
Lost in the woods
On All Saints Night
Chill in my blood
Moon’s a fright
Its ring around
Is red as hell
And distantly
The doomsday bells
Eerie bongs
Tis truly said
One short two long
Will wake the dead
Hark those strains
The dies irae
Tell of pains
On judgment day
Oh where to go?
At last I fear
The rooster crow
No more I’ll hear
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2015
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