Creep, creep, creep
Shadows, creeping along the wall.
Who are you?
Nails, as sharp as swords
A nose, shaped like a beak
A hunch, like an old man-
A shadow of a monster.
Creep, creep, creep
Up the stairs
to our room.
The darkest shadows await.
Scritch, scritch
goes the nails, along the walls,
tearing up the wall paper.
Creep, creep, creep
Creeping shadows go through the hall.
Why are you here?
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Random Writing
RandomInspired by random things......... Cover Illustration by TAMEDbeast222 AKA me, the author :)
