Fear,
In the
darkest of nights,
In the
creepiest corners,
In the old
webbed house,
It comes to
warn us.
Fear,
In the meow
of the cats
In the howl
of the dogs,
In that
lonely flying bat,
It makes the
blood clog.
Fear,
On the night
of full moon,
Or when it
rains in night,
With every
flashing bolt,
It gives the
heart a fright.
Fear,
With every
jar that breaks,
Or when the
phone rings in dark,
When the
wind knocks on door,
When the lights
on ceiling spark.
Fear,
When an owl
on the tree hoots,
When in night
the horses whine,
When the
shadows seem to move,
It sends a
chill down the spine.
Fear,
With every
slamming door,
With every
creak of stairs,
It can make
the heart stop,
It is known
as fear.
Fear,
When it
comes to stalk,
It can even
kill a beast,
It eats you
from within,
It can
poison every feast,
No god, no
angel,
Can save
from its curse,
It’s the
master of death,
It goes from
bad to worse,
With every
frightened sun,
With every
threatening moon,
Fantastic!!! Kudos!!!
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ReplyDeleteAwesome poem …. god bless you
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