Horror in the Forest.
poem by:
Christopher Russon
Written
on Feb 09, 2018
Listen to the sound of wolves With zombies who are often cruel Vultures hovering seeking flesh Must keep on the move no time to rest. All of this for an adventurous trip Nobody warned about the risk Or gave a clue of what lay ahead With fear out there one of dread Running forward no looking back One false move could be the last. Footsteps approaching something is near Shaking the branches creating fear. the echoing sound of haunting cries That awful feeling of peering eyes Now this is the end no more to be Watching horror movies on my TV. That is all enoughs been said I am tired now so I am off too bed.
Tags: Weird, Scary, Rhyme, Humor,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 10, 2018 at 5:26pm
Don't have nightmares Chris!...haha........good poem......
Christopher Russon
commented on Feb 10, 2018 at 5:36pm
To be honist Frank Horror movies bore me to death and the baddys always come off best.
Thanks for your support Frank.
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Feb 11, 2018 at 4:52pm
lovely piece i like it
Christopher Russon
commented on Feb 11, 2018 at 6:00pm
Thank you Fadrian .I hope its not too scary haha.
