Sprinkled with a touch of fear
Glazed again but never near.
Sounds of silence echoes over the hills.
Someone is out there ready to kill.
The touch of the rotted skin
Layered thinly, it's a sin.
Long sharp nails ready to scratch
Standing stronger, for one to attack.
Moaning voices in the dark of the night.
Holding tighter and ready to fight.
Darkened footprints heading my way.
There's a ghostly figure haunting my stay.
Now if you don't believe me just look out the window tonight.
You will get one hell of a fright.
She always stares off into space..
With a look of disappointment and disgrace.
If you are afraid and want her to leave.
Just tell her to go, and say it with belief.
©terrylin53
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