Dark Hour

It's the Dark Hour,

The creature is...

Waiting at your door.

It watches you sleep,

It creeps up from behind you.

And you never see it.

It's the Dark Hour,

The ghosts have been...

Let free from their graves.

They haunt you,

And scare you,

Until you jump out of your skin.

It's the Dark Hour,

The vampires have,

Awaken from their sleep.

They grab you,

And bite your neck,

To make their family grow.

It's the Dark Hour...

Beware, beware, beware.

Author's Note

I Was Even Scared Writing This Poem, Haha, Enjoy :) XO

Reviews

[EJB]

Umm, very bright and cheerful ;)

[Sunny]

wow, the poem is quite mysterious and is scary. It made me want to know more on the Dark Hour and what else there is to be afraid of. I love how you have put this poem together!
:)