Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
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Rapping, Tapping, and Moaning
There is an eerie rapping, rapping, rapping
in the dead of night upon my bedroom door...
Tapping, tapping, tapping of bony white fingers
against my bedroom wall...
Moaning, moaning, moaning eerie voices cry in my ear...
Glowing red eyes evilly peer around the corner....
giving me a terrible heart wrenching fear...
Driving me horribly mad in the dead of night.
Donavon Scott Vinson