Dead of night
Alive with fright
Throughout the house a sound
Like icy claws
Or frozen jaws
Coming up from the ground
Too scared to check
Hairs on my neck
Begin to slowly rise
At thee thought that
Behind my back
Watch ever present eyes
What do they want
Or why they haunt
I'll surely never know
But this I tell you now is true
Don't ever let it be just you
Alone with those who lurk below
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yikes! Got the hair on my neck standing up! Nice write! ! ! ! !