Spooky Things

 

                                 SPOOKY THINGS

 

 

As the night falls,

Spooky thoughts gets in,

Like an old warehouse,

Crammed with cackles and grins.

 

Pin drop silence seeps,

Horizon with crimson clouds,

Hearts beat and candles weep,

Hopes crumble and bellowing hounds.

 

Silence whispers as if forbidden,

Like hush before the thunder,

When lifeless debris is risen,

while tales of horror we wonder;

 

like a leaf we shake from fear,

when midnight moon seems a vampire,

like a weeping willow we shed lifeless tears,

when the dusk’s sun seems a globlet of fire.

 

The clock sighs 12o’clock,

Before some uninvited guests knock,

Heart beating soars,

With a gasp I open the door.

 

No witches, no phantoms,

Just a note written so random,

Shapes my lips ,”Turn behind”.

Beating my own mind I scream,

Before I realized it was just a dream.