Haunted Tour (poem)
Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:28 pm
The eerie shadows with in the night
Hallows eve is a time for fright
Come along on this haunted of tours
Step on to the ferry to the cursed islands shores
As you step onto land you see the skeletons dance
If you’re frightened now turn around this is your last chance
Follow your guide and stay on the trail
Else the goblins will get you with out fail
First sight we see is the graveyard down yonder
Get back with the group, I can’t express, don’t wonder
Next are the witches that we come to
With their black cats, spells, and awful brew
To the left with teeth bared
Are the werewolves but don’t be scared
There to the right are the vampires
Whose pale features are illuminated by the fires
Stop and look, just up ahead
You see the spirits of the dead
Watch out for those webs in the trees
For the makers are unfriendly, beware please
Now here we come up on something not so frightful
But take heed the bats are still spiteful
It’s almost midnight, the bewitching hour
Let’s go before your souls they devour
Back to the ferry let’s go
Hurry up your pace is slow
Now we reached the end of my tour
I hope I wasn’t too much of a bore
Hallows eve is a time for fright
Come along on this haunted of tours
Step on to the ferry to the cursed islands shores
As you step onto land you see the skeletons dance
If you’re frightened now turn around this is your last chance
Follow your guide and stay on the trail
Else the goblins will get you with out fail
First sight we see is the graveyard down yonder
Get back with the group, I can’t express, don’t wonder
Next are the witches that we come to
With their black cats, spells, and awful brew
To the left with teeth bared
Are the werewolves but don’t be scared
There to the right are the vampires
Whose pale features are illuminated by the fires
Stop and look, just up ahead
You see the spirits of the dead
Watch out for those webs in the trees
For the makers are unfriendly, beware please
Now here we come up on something not so frightful
But take heed the bats are still spiteful
It’s almost midnight, the bewitching hour
Let’s go before your souls they devour
Back to the ferry let’s go
Hurry up your pace is slow
Now we reached the end of my tour
I hope I wasn’t too much of a bore
I really do like this poem of yours! That's fantastic! 
