Every year on hollows eve,
The monsters come out to play.
The vampires come out of their coffins,
And the Zombies rise from their grave.
The witches began to make their brew,
And the goblins prepare for their pranks.
The ghosts are ready to haunt and scare people,
And the werewolves are ready for their dinner dates.
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Poetry
PoetryThis book is a various variety of poems that I wrote when I was between the ages of 11-15. It was when I first began enjoying and loving the wonderful world of poetry. Hope you all enjoy them. -Poet_Megan_Rose
