Darkness falls across the sky,
Witches on their broomsticks fly.
As you lie awake at night,
Full moon shining very bright.
An eerie wind howl through the trees,
Curtains swaying in the breeze.
Creatures creeping out of sight,
Vampires look for their first bite.
In the distance a fire glows,
As Witches cast their spells of woe.
Bats circle through the air,
Is Dracula around out there?
Far too scared to go to sleep,
Ghostly children quietly weep.
Under the covers of your bed,
Are these sounds all in your head?
Ghostly shadows cross the room,
Witches cackle on their broom.
Ghoulish noises cause a fright,
As things go bump all through the night.
About the Creator
Hazel Rymell
..Suddenly I crash back down to earth with a big almighty bump!
...when not in a dolly daydream, creative me is at home in the UK doing the normal everyday mundane jobs, that seem to go on forever...until the daydreaming kicks in again...
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