© LJR 2024
BEWARE MY FRIEND
If you set out on a moonlit night
Intent on crossing the haunted woods
You best beware, yes, beware, my friend
The forest ghosts are out in force
Floating down the paths
Gliding twixt the trees
Springing out from behind the bushes
With spine-shivering shrieks
Echoed by gruesome groans
You’ll be surrounded in a flash
And then, my friend, comes the fright
The night will fill with screams
For it seems these ghosts have never seen
A sight as bloodcurdling as your visage!
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