Do Enter!
A slimy print drips from the door
where gruesome sounds reside.
Two creepy eyes peer through the glass;
a screech can't be denied.
Abandon me if you must---
go run, take cover, hide!
Play chicken like the rattled soul
who left behind his bride.
Bloodcurdling are piercing cries
I cannot take in stride;
macabre dreams walk through the night
when full moon shines courtside.
To horrify a timid soul
and leave the bold bug-eyed,
that door decides the time has come
to leave us horrified
as one old ghost who drools on knobs
stands waiting as our guide.
'Do enter!' says the moaning voice.
I wake; eyes open wide!
By Peggy Paris
© 2008 Peggy Paris
(All rights reserved)
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