Fright Night

A careless night my key I loose, so now I travel by my shoes.

Abundant time and steps I save, if I traverse the land of grave.

Sailors steered by silvery moon, past witches bats and pending doom.

If they can-do I know I kin, I hopped wall and I was in.

Blackened stones with shades of gray, I knowith here I dare not to stay.

I heard the bell in old clock tower, tolling in the midnight hour.

Shadows dancing on the wall, caused hair to raise and skin to crawl.

Whistling wind in barren trees, would add some loudly knocking knees.

My hands were clammy, wringing wet, and I was not to half.. way yet.

Noises, could be a troll or nave, or bony figures from the grave.

My pace would quicken on my trek, goose-bumps did covered me to neck.

A chill ran up and down my spine, I thought I heard something behind.

Darkness lurking everywhere, hat was high on standing hair.

I scurried long the stony hedge, my mind pushed on to breaking edge.

If something touched me on my hide, I know I surly would have died.

Slow breath to calm I must expend, as now I drawith near to end.

I felt upon me staring eyes, please allow me home you guys.

Something’s close I know its near, my mind is screaming run from here.

I sprinted to the grave yard gate, when voices said “Go home its late!”