You hear the echo of an owl
You hear the wolf begin to howl
You know there’s ghosts on the prowl
Because it’s horror time right now
They got you dashing through the night
It’s horror time
And the ghosts are ready for a fright
The racing of the heart
The terror’s gonna start
But you have yet to see scary part
It’s horror time
The animals start to moan
The ghosts begin groan
Spirits freaky like a mime
So you know it’s horror time.
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Kylecovey Smith
Historian, Linguist, Author (Voyages of the 997 & The Method Mission), YouTuber/TikToker (Master Mojo) and now Vocal writer enjoy and critique my writing as please.
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