Curse

ownage of teh elite · Dec 28, 2005, 11:27 PM // 23:27

It's the darkest hour
Of the night
It's the feeling that betrays you the most
The feeling of fright

Hear that clock,
Ring at midnight
Hear the ghosts whisper and frolic
You can see them, if you have the sight

But there are other denizens of the night
That you can see and smell, without the sight
Like the boogeyman for instance,
and his sharp graveyard essence

He's coming up to your bedroom door
One foot ahead of the other
Now behold, his eyes peer in
But wait...it's only your mother

Now she turns on the light and says
"Go back to bed, it's only ten"
She covers you up with your bed sheets
Kisses you on the cheek

But then she turns around and waves goodnight
Now she turns off the light and walks away
You close your eyes and contentedly sigh
But their are others who have come to play...

Storm Crow · Dec 28, 2005, 11:29 PM // 23:29

*claps* another good rhyme and good rhythm

megalomaniac_mutant · Dec 28, 2005, 11:47 PM // 23:47

hmmm.......i really like your poems

megalomaniac_mutant · Dec 28, 2005, 11:57 PM // 23:57

u write in mine i write in yours

god said peace there shall be
and war there is
and god said we should love each other
and hate reigns
and god said we should be true
and lies rule
and god said we should love him
we ignore him
wat kingd of god is he?