THE HAUNTED FOREST (Free Style)
 ~THE SIG BOX~
~The Haunted Forest~
(Free Style)
The forest awaits
You see beyond the gates
It's time to run
It's well past eight
Look over your shoulder
The trees start to sway
The air is getting colder
The sky is getting gray
The wind will start to howl
Your insides will churn
Werewolves will prowl
No more a place to turn
You better run now
No more time to lose
This is Halloween night
Evil creatures want to bite.
The forest awaits
Turn the other way
Don't tempt your fate
And fall their pray.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
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