Horror in the Forest.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Feb 09, 2018

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.

 

Tags: Weird, Scary, Rhyme, Humor,

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Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Feb 10, 2018 at 5:26pm
Don't have nightmares Chris!...haha........good poem......
Christopher Russon commented on Feb 10, 2018 at 5:36pm
To be honist Frank Horror movies bore me to death and the baddys always come off best. Thanks for your support Frank.
Fadrian Bartley commented on Feb 11, 2018 at 4:52pm
lovely piece i like it
Christopher Russon commented on Feb 11, 2018 at 6:00pm
Thank you Fadrian .I hope its not too scary haha.

 

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