Saturday, August 23, 2014

Spirit Guide


In the creepy darkness

where spiderwebs reside -

where every step could be your last

with no one by your side -



When strange and eerie noises

send a shiver up your spine -

and nasty little poems like this

start running through your mind -



When trusty flashlights fail you

and your bulb’s completely dim -

when your heart is pounding faster

than a banjo flavored hymn -



Take note my sweaty comrade

in the mysteries of fate –

I have tampered with the little clock

the spider – he’ll be late.


 
 
 
 








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