The sound of drums in the distance.
The crack of a whip.
The midnight nightmare,
Coming for me.
I hide under the covers,
And shake with fright.
But that will not stop.
The midnight nightmare,
Coming for me.
I hold Mr. Fuzzy,
closer to my heart.
But that will not stop.
The midnight nightmare,
Coming for me.
I need to leave this place of fright.
Find a better place to hide.
But that will not stop,
The midnight nightmare,
Coming for me.
I could hide anywhere.
But it follows me wherever I go..
The midnight nightmare,
Coming for me.
Morning has come.
What a relief,
But night time will come soon.
And so will the Midnight Nightmare
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Poetry
RandomSo I wrote some random poems and decided to put them on here, alot of them I wrote after my grandfather died so some of them refer to him. But yeah... here you go. I'm going to say it's completed because basically it's just a bunch of poem's I've wr...
