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Henge Hell
Far off the village clock was striking twelve,
he stepped into the circle's inner ring -
he'd come that night to find a hidden world
(no fear - he was prepared for anything!)
The ground was spinning, down and down he fell,
and thought he must be dreaming home in bed;
but as the hole above him closed, he saw
the lurking ghouls - and wished that he were dead...
written 25th October for Tania's spooky contest
Copyright ©
Jack Horne
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