There stood a fox soaked in
Red
The fox was filled with mournful
Dread
As the noose grew tighter around its
Neck
Its pups became a frightful
Wreck
As the fox cried out in pain and
Despair
The end of the rope was killing its
Heir
The fox dragged on,its battle was
Won
Even if it killed its own
Young
~Don't ask I have weird dreams,but I've had a lot of dreams with foxes in them. If you have any ideas for poems or creepy stories let me know
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Why I Don't Sleep
HorrorThese are just creepy stories. I have a lot of strange thoughts during the day,and there is a reason why I don't sleep.
