Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Wake Up- a poem

Wake Up
K.N. Lee

The winter chill
And a bitter breeze
Cannot hold back
Such fiends as these
They hide in silence
Beneath your bed
Crouching over your sleeping body
"Wake up, sleepy head,"
They wait 
And wait
For the lights to dim
So that you cannot 
See their faces so grim
Teeth dripping with acid
Singes the blankets you clutch
Their hands are leathery
And cold to the touch
You toss and turn
Dream and scream
As they sing this song
Every Hallows Eve
"Wake up
Sleepy head
Come and play
We must be fed"

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