Night Of The Dead
There's something lurking
In the deep, dark woods,
So be very aware
That something, is up to no good.
They will follow you
Wherever you may stray,
They will come after you
And lead you to the gateway.
They will lead you down to hell
Where the fires burn hot,
Being alone during the night of the dead
Is where you wouldn't want to get caught.
Through the graveyard
Where you shouldn't go,
Evil ghosts roam the night
Slip through cracks so narrow.
Where the dead lie
In the middle of the night,
Wandering off the path
They will fill you with such fright.
Beware the demons
That taunt your very soul,
Don't let your guars down
They are always on partrol.
There's something lurking
Right behind you,
Don't dare turn to look
Or they will cut you in two.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Oct.23/2005
Just a little something leading up to Halloween.
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