It Came At NightA Poem by Fran MarieI heard a hissing, whistling sound 'twas a dark ring around the moon Trees were swaying on the ground as if dancing to a tune
I sat swinging on the porch passing the time away when in the distance,I saw a torch zig-zagging down by the bay
Jumping up I strained to see What i saw was a figure in black approaching close to me Chills ran up and down my back
I turned suddenly without hesitation thinking surely evil comes my way Swiftly running with such desparation What unholy thing was this? What it was I cannot say!
I remember,it came at night A night I'd surely would like to forget My hair had turned white from fright yes, It came at night, memories linger yet.
© 2008 Fran MarieFeatured Review
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