Halloween with Twisted Trees

by RavingMoonDoll   Oct 7, 2008


Dead leaves no longer on the trees, with a breeze so fierce your soul is sure to freeze.
Halloween with twisted trees, its taken your breath your starting to wheeze.
Children dressed as ghouls and goblins while searching for there yearly tricks and treats.
Your running and running the ground suddenly crumbles
beneath your feet.
Well what do you know! You fall in a crypt, to awaken the vampires who grab you and tighten their grip.
You scream and scream as there fangs slowly rip thought your tender moist skin.
You screech yet your voice is lost in the wind.
You see their crimson stained lips.
You slowly fade away as your mind and eyes go black.
Please forgive me if you thought this poem was wack.

(No, seriously forgive me if my poem is bad. I kinda lost my mojo.) Sowy

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  • 13 years ago

    by H. Elizabeth

    Hahaha, I thought the last line was super funny but honestly, I liked this poem!!!!

    I recommend reading my poem/story "The Takers" -- i'm not finished but it seems like something you might like.

    --Hannah

  • 15 years ago

    by supratim

    How could anyone claim this one as a bad poem??? So dark, beautiful and unexplained.
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Aidaly

    Haha lol love the last line of the poem lol and I thought it was really good I dont' know what you're talking about losing your mojo I really liked it.