I Hear Them Hunting In The Night
They're out and on the run tonight
They thirst for blood and flesh to fight
If you should set out from your home
They'll pick your meat clean from the bones
The wind whips 'cross the misty moor
I hear them howling at my door
Though them the dark does wholly hide
Their haunting shrills breed chills inside
The rain attacks in panicked blasts
Across the roof it taunts and taps
Are those just drops or falling feet?
I'll go insane before I fall asleep
Lightning flashes; I briefly see
On a hillside not so far from me
They're stalking, silent, through the weeds
Gliding, ghostlike, past the trees
They're creeping ever closer now
I hope my locks will hold them out
Ears perked up, spine frozen in fright
I hear them hunting in the night.
They're out and on the run tonight
They thirst for blood and flesh to fight
If you should set out from your home
They'll pick your meat clean from the bones
The wind whips 'cross the misty moor
I hear them howling at my door
Though them the dark does wholly hide
Their haunting shrills breed chills inside
The rain attacks in panicked blasts
Across the roof it taunts and taps
Are those just drops or falling feet?
I'll go insane before I fall asleep
Lightning flashes; I briefly see
On a hillside not so far from me
They're stalking, silent, through the weeds
Gliding, ghostlike, past the trees
They're creeping ever closer now
I hope my locks will hold them out
Ears perked up, spine frozen in fright
I hear them hunting in the night.
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you are a great advice giver thank you so much! i usually cant stop writing but now that im in this poetry class i have a weird mental block. it sucks cos i absolutely live for writing, it may have to do with my teacher being a moron...
you are a great writer tho i love how your thoughts just flow onto the page, its beautiful really