By Manuel Newton
Close to midnight, the moon is full,
Trying hard not to lose my cool,
I creep to the window and peek outside,
The creatures lurk. The creatures hide.
Scared to sleep, scared to dream,
Under the moon’s haunting beam,
Suddenly a knock at my door,
A hideous creature on all fours,
I shriek in pain as I look into its eyes,
Blood red terror fills the skies,
I try to run, I try to flee,
What is this thing that’s haunting me?
Now I know that it’s too late,
I’m in the graveyard. They close the gate.
Now it’s me that stalks the night,
I need meat, raw flesh to bite.