Shiny cobbled streets be wary
Hazy mist a little scary
Darkness falling shadows cast
Night again to long will last
Mantles flame on street lamps flicker
Wise folk walk a little quicker
Eerie echoes rattle round
Streets deserted nothing found
By the graveyards iron-gate
Walking faster can’t be late
Deep inside your stomachs churning
Out alone and never learning
Footsteps clatter on the stone
Very sure you’re not alone
In the darkness there’s a figure
Getting closer getting bigger
Pounding heart this is no fun
The walk has now become a run
Ten more steps you reach your door
Safe inside now fear no more
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shivers up the spine David good stuff enjoyed Chris 10