Listen to the sound of wolves With zombies who are often cruel Vultures hovering seeking flesh Must keep on the move no time to rest. All of this for an adventurous trip Nobody warned about the risk Or gave a clue of what lay ahead With fear out there one of dread Running forward no looking back One false move could be the last. Footsteps approaching something is near Shaking the branches creating fear. the echoing sound of haunting cries That awful feeling of peering eyes Now this is the end no more to be Watching horror movies on my TV. That is all enoughs been said I am tired now so I am off too bed.