Pete Crowther

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Poem by Pete Crowther

Never hang a mirror
On an outside wall,
All the wraiths of darkness
Drifting through the night

See it as a beacon
Calling them to light.
Through it they’ll come crowding
Seeking warmth and life.

Hungry ghouls from graveyards
Will be hiding in your house.
Every room will have one
With its nasty ways

Bringing fear and sickness
Feeding on your flesh,
Sucking out your life force,
Sending you insane.

Better that you’d broken
Every mirror in the house.
What’s a bit of bad luck
When a devil’s at your throat?

So listen when I tell you
Before it is too late,
‘Never hang a mirror
On an outside wall’.

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Comments about Superstition by Pete Crowther

  • Moya Levy (4/20/2006 5:58:00 PM)

    Oooh is that true lol! ? Moyaxx(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 17, 2004