In the realm of shadows, where whispers creep,
The clock strikes hard at twelve, burying secrets deep.
As the full moon rises, cold and bright,
Fear walks the streets at night.
Scattered glasses reflects a curse,
Each piece for each soul.
There's something lurking in the shadows,
Waiting for the perfect moment, to eat you whole.
The haunted house with creaking staircase,
Echoes of sinister glance.
Monsters dance in the gloom,
Plotting a plan of sinister doom.
So lock your doors, and dim the light,
For dangerous creatures stalk the night.
In every corner, in every breath,
Beware the whispers of certain death.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
