Poem -

BLOODY HOLLOWENa

Fog covers the ground the night is queit with out a sound.

graves start dripping blood feeding the soil , your mind starts freaking but your body stiffens .

the hhair on you neck straightens.

the quiet night soon disapears.

moans and crys from the bloody graves, turn your bones brittle.

skin turns cold an yellow.

hands stretch from there beds as the dirt falls from there heads.

a voice clearly says run run as fast as you can .

your legs stay still in Ā fear .Ā 

fleshy routen corps of the undead.

a curse of hollowen breeding the nightmare from what you seen on tv.

the strength gains in youur soul your legs begine to flow.

the horror in you mind soon starts soon comesĀ alive.

daring not to turn around fear of the killer clown .

covering your neck so you dont get bitten. Ā 

suddenly you awake thinking that your safe.

your breath begins to get heavy and your heart starts breaking.

six feet under your barried.

then your eyes open to a scary movie.

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