Yard of the Undead
Demented trees exist outside the house
The frightening house of the cursed demons
Red fire skin, with some black char on their face
They love Halloween as they are heathens
The trees bend and creek in odd and strange ways
Seemingly dead as they’re bare without leaves
Screams are sometimes heard deep inside the house
None should dare to enter for they’ll just grieve
The full moon hides behind some eerie clouds
Seemingly made to make the night darker
And the dead rise, they roam the land outside
Don’t enter or you’ll find your grave marker
The yard has the undead wanting to kill
Wanting to take out your scared heart to eat
You must get away from this horrid place
Keeping your eyes open on this night beat
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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