Spooked Poem by abe molloy
Spooked
Cold doors creak,
As shadows prevail
Across lone corridors,
Ghostly images fade.
Lonely whispers,
Echo in my ears.
Who touched my neck?
My skin weeps with fear.
A rattle around the corner,
A chair did fly,
A sudden eerie silence
Then a banshee’s cry
I let an almighty roar
And wake from the realm,
In my cosy armchair
It was all but a dream
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