Poem: The Ten Men
The Ten Men are coming,
They hunt for you and me,
Only death is what you’ll see.
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They cover up the chimney,
They sneak in through the door,
They get you while you’re sleeping,
Make your blood pool on the floor.
The Ten Men get the parents,
Steal their hearts one, and two,
With stealth you can’t imagine,
Next they’re coming after you.
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And for small boys and girls,
The end will not be fast,
For Ten Men devour children,
From the first until the last.
So beware a sound of drumming,
Or a marching on the roof,
For it is the Ten Men calling,
Your death will be the proof.
Poem:
(Red Beast)
In the forest,
Deep and dreary,
Lays a beast,
Of evil fury.
Blood red hate,
With teeth like knives,
It waits for the lost,
To take their lives.
So beware the path you tread,
And watch the forests that await,
For one day you might get lost,
And meet the beast with the blood red hate.
A Place For Poetry: Part 22 (tried my hand at horror, Stephen king like, poetry...not sure it worked but let me know)
Poem:
(Red Beast)
In the forest,
Deep and dreary,
Lays a beast,
Of evil fury.
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Blood red hate,
With teeth like knives,
It waits for the lost,
To take their lives.
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So beware the path you tread,
And watch the forests that await,
For one day you might get lost,
And meet the beast with the blood red hate.