A dark Hallow's eve, in a moonlit dreary
leaves and twig fragments dance around eerily
At darkest night hours, I creep through the halls
something I heard, seemingly nothing at all
I resume to my work as I ignore my suspicion
yet I hear the sound again throughout my dark kitchen
I rush to the center of the room to find
something queer to my surprise
A piece of black paper rolled up like a scroll
what I saw inside was a tale to be told
Once upon a time, the paper first read
but this was all that the paper had said
I ponder and ponder and come to halt
another noise that I heard, I feel I'm being stalked
I dash from room to room, with a confused look of dread
a scary paranoia has befallen my head
I find a seat at my nearest convenience
this whole situation is nothing short of inconvenient
I hear noise again, but the echo draws closer
it's gets closer, closer, and closer
I jump from my seat with a thick heavy sweat
and I've soon to realize something yet
The scroll that I found, what I thought was a prank
but I'm telling the story, I'm filling in the blanks
I do what I can to escape this wretched sound
but I cannot elude, it begins to surround
I cover my ears with all of my might
I'm scared, too frightened, too coward to fight
My window breaks open from a strong, mighty gale
knocks me off my feet but soon it curtails
I regain my composure and run to the door
it's locked, there's seems no hope anymore
I sprint to my stairs and I find the black paper
still the same sentence, who or what is this caper?
The noise, now a voice, says to look to my wall
I turn around swiftly to find a women in thrall
I cried, she was dead, sripped naked to the bone
screaming with fear, I reach for my phone
my fear and trembling made it hard to call
help, please any help at all
The voice with a grim and goulish long laugh
feeling the sense of death, and hearing a thunderous clash
Feeling reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe
with the wind whipping violently through my window
I cry, cry with a blood curdling howl
I have no more options, what can I do now?
I clench the black paper that started this night
with no hope of survival in future's sight
I tell death to take me, my time has certainly come
the voice says "wait, I'm not yet done"
The voice stops all the comotion and fear
a whispers a message into my ear
"Take what happened this very night
and turn it into a tale of fright.
You felt the fear and witnessed true terror
it'll make the story that much better"
I paused for a second with a perplexing expression
but also feeling a relieving sensation
I ask the voice " But why, why choose me?"
He responded with "Because this is your story."
Happy Halloween everyone. And let it be...a happy Halloween.
leaves and twig fragments dance around eerily
At darkest night hours, I creep through the halls
something I heard, seemingly nothing at all
I resume to my work as I ignore my suspicion
yet I hear the sound again throughout my dark kitchen
I rush to the center of the room to find
something queer to my surprise
A piece of black paper rolled up like a scroll
what I saw inside was a tale to be told
Once upon a time, the paper first read
but this was all that the paper had said
I ponder and ponder and come to halt
another noise that I heard, I feel I'm being stalked
I dash from room to room, with a confused look of dread
a scary paranoia has befallen my head
I find a seat at my nearest convenience
this whole situation is nothing short of inconvenient
I hear noise again, but the echo draws closer
it's gets closer, closer, and closer
I jump from my seat with a thick heavy sweat
and I've soon to realize something yet
The scroll that I found, what I thought was a prank
but I'm telling the story, I'm filling in the blanks
I do what I can to escape this wretched sound
but I cannot elude, it begins to surround
I cover my ears with all of my might
I'm scared, too frightened, too coward to fight
My window breaks open from a strong, mighty gale
knocks me off my feet but soon it curtails
I regain my composure and run to the door
it's locked, there's seems no hope anymore
I sprint to my stairs and I find the black paper
still the same sentence, who or what is this caper?
The noise, now a voice, says to look to my wall
I turn around swiftly to find a women in thrall
I cried, she was dead, sripped naked to the bone
screaming with fear, I reach for my phone
my fear and trembling made it hard to call
help, please any help at all
The voice with a grim and goulish long laugh
feeling the sense of death, and hearing a thunderous clash
Feeling reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe
with the wind whipping violently through my window
I cry, cry with a blood curdling howl
I have no more options, what can I do now?
I clench the black paper that started this night
with no hope of survival in future's sight
I tell death to take me, my time has certainly come
the voice says "wait, I'm not yet done"
The voice stops all the comotion and fear
a whispers a message into my ear
"Take what happened this very night
and turn it into a tale of fright.
You felt the fear and witnessed true terror
it'll make the story that much better"
I paused for a second with a perplexing expression
but also feeling a relieving sensation
I ask the voice " But why, why choose me?"
He responded with "Because this is your story."
Happy Halloween everyone. And let it be...a happy Halloween.