Haunted TourA Poem by mockingbird shadowA tour on an hunted islandHaunted 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 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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