Midnight Terror

It's lurking through the night

Slowly creeping in the forest

Ready to attack at any time

Preparing for its midnight snack

It's waiting for you to pass by

So it can swallow you whole

And if you don't come to it

It will come to you

What it is I do not know

But it's coming for you

It hungers for your flesh

It thirsts for your blood

But do not be afraid

For it can smell your fear

And it's coming for you

Even though it cannot hear

So run away run away

It's the midnight terror

Lurking through the night 

Waiting for you

And you better be careful

`Cause if you turn your back

He might just pounce

And you might be swallowed whole

Reviews

[Rufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy,..]

First off welcome, I do like this poem but it felt like you stop writing in the last two stanzas. I was drawn in by the mystery of the words but got side tracked toward the end. Maybe having one more stanza that sums it up or rewriting the final stanza to conclude this poem will help it flourish.

[Lt. Kookie]

alright thank you so much I will definitely change it up I think I'll add another stanza

[zainul]

This is a great piece.
I got shivered out of fear.
Love this stanza :
"But do not be afraid
For it can smell your fear
And it's coming for you
Even though it cannot hear"

[Zachary_James]

Enjoyed this poem, but you could have went more in depth when wrapping up in the last two stanzas. I don't mean to sound harsh, but i feel like you kind of let me down in the last two stanzas. Just when you're writing poems my advice for you, is to exspand more. That way that'll help the readers comprehend the overall story concept well. Thanks and i hope you take my advice. Thanks again.

[Trigorin]

Very good effort. I'm really struck by the distinct, rather dark image you've managed to conjure up. It's very intentional and deliberate and it gives the reader the feeling you know exactly what you're doing with your words, which is always nice. I do agree with Mr. Blaque, it did feel like you did stop writing in those last two stanzas, and even with the added stanza it still feels a little more forced than your effortless flow of before. Maybe you just fell out of the mood? A final, minor note - second to last line, prance strikes me as really the wrong word. Maybe you meant pounce?
Either way, this is an admirable effort. Well done.