Dark and scary, all alone in the night, entering the forest and there’s no more view of the light. Shivering like a beetle trying to fly, as creepy as the clouds turning into a dark green sky.
The trees and plants all gathered around, speaking to each other and making the least amount of sound.
Hurt and frightened as if someone died, the forest itself is where a million souls lied. Walking quickly on the long pathway down, the victims are trapped in the ground.
The haunted forest, the most horrifying tunes are sung, horrifying nature of reality projected from their tongues. The full moon glazes at the forest and the victim’s foreheads.
Staring at the howling full moon, down the victims go, trespassers trying to escape but the forest always knows. Laughing and waving all the way through, while watching victims trampling to their doom.
Werewolves growling like demon lions standing on their two back feet, coming in to see if they could find a little treat.
Staring at the howling full moon, down the victims go, trespassers trying to escape but the forest always knows. Laughing and waving all the way through, while watching victims trampling to their doom.
Werewolves growling like demon lions standing on their two back feet, coming in to see if they could find a little treat.
Written by Rowana Saab, NSW.
I do not own the poem. Most of the poem had to be cut out due to violent nature. This is something for Halloween season as it is leaving and I legit have nothing else "scary."
The trees and plants all gathered around, speaking to each other and making the least amount of sound.
Hurt and frightened as if someone died, the forest itself is where a million souls lied. Walking quickly on the long pathway down, the victims are trapped in the ground.
The haunted forest, the most horrifying tunes are sung, horrifying nature of reality projected from their tongues. The full moon glazes at the forest and the victim’s foreheads.
Staring at the howling full moon, down the victims go, trespassers trying to escape but the forest always knows. Laughing and waving all the way through, while watching victims trampling to their doom.
Werewolves growling like demon lions standing on their two back feet, coming in to see if they could find a little treat.
Staring at the howling full moon, down the victims go, trespassers trying to escape but the forest always knows. Laughing and waving all the way through, while watching victims trampling to their doom.
Werewolves growling like demon lions standing on their two back feet, coming in to see if they could find a little treat.
Written by Rowana Saab, NSW.
I do not own the poem. Most of the poem had to be cut out due to violent nature. This is something for Halloween season as it is leaving and I legit have nothing else "scary."
