Haunted Tour

Haunted Tour

A Poem by mockingbird shadow
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A tour on an hunted island

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Haunted Tour

 

The eerie shadows within the night

Hallows eve is a time for fright

Come along on this haunted of tours

Step on to the ferry to the cursed islands shores

 

As you step onto land you see the skeletons dance

If you’re frightened now, turn around this is your last chance

Follow your guide and stay on the trail

Else the goblins will get you with out fail

 

First sight we see is the graveyard down yonder

Get back with the group, I can’t express this to much, don’t wonder

Next are the witches that we come to

With their black cats, spells, and awful brew

 

To the left with teeth bared

Are the werewolves but don’t be scared

There to the right are the vampires

Whose pale features are illuminated by the fires

 

Stop and look, just up ahead

You see the spirits of the dead

Watch out for those webs in the trees

For the makers are unfriendly, beware please

 

Now here we come up on something not so frightful

But take heed the bats are still spiteful

It’s almost midnight, the bewitching hour

Let’s go before your souls they devour

 

Back to the ferry let’s go

Hurry up your pace is slow

Now we reached the end of my tour

I hope I wasn’t too much of a bore

© 2010 mockingbird shadow


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Added on October 21, 2010
Last Updated on October 21, 2010