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Wild is the night
There's an eerie feeling in the air tonight.
Voices in the distance seem full of fright.
Crisp cold winds that blow
chilling to the bone...
leaves rustling in the darkness, unknown.
Silence even whispers loud the fear,
Silhouettes of ghosts on trees' barks appear,
waving mystic spears that sang in the winds
heard only by already frightened minds.
The wings of both the devil and the angels
confused the eyes by the winds that dishelves
the tinctures of darkness and light in the clouds,
that separated the moon from the stars in the crowds,
A frog nearby, its eyes full of dark fright,
it jolted a snake, its body slick and tight.
It fell on my head and I fainted in my fears.
But quickly woken up by its hissing near my ears.
I ran helter-skelter, the snake joined me
but 'twas the humming of a flying bee,
that stopped my run, only to find my heart
hanging out as the snake and the bee depart.
With fear I begged Halloween to stop its torment,
it refused while darkness still was present.
Then, I heard the approaching steps of sunlights,
that was when I was freed from all my frights.
Copyright ©
Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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