The mist is swirling
down veokrey street.
Its only the sound
the sound of your feet.
Its only the wind
moving a chain.
On heloween night
but then again.
Its only your foot steps
just you and the fog.
The fearsome sound
of a howling dog.
Home at last
you step inside.
A blood soaked body
your latest prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ewww....love the surprise ending! ! ! Great poem! Just in time for the spooky month! Hugs, Dee