WELCOME TO MY GRAVE
Waking wearily at night,I heard an eerie sound.
As something screamed out loud,
I knew that something wasn't right.
My bones growled and shook with fright,
Twas the witching hour, All hallows night.
For such was the fate of lost souls,
That couldn't come out tonight.
For somewhere down the road,
There was a chill that stopped the ghouls.
He filled them full with terror,
His name was Tommy Toad.
With each creature that he fell,
They would be ferried back to hell.
I laid there in my coffin remembering,
Worms continued though I cannot tell.
To eat my very soul away,
I would have my revenge soon.
On the people that put me in this grave,
Today was not the day but soon very soon.
The sniper threw his rifle into the open grave,
Thinking about all the money that he made.
As he stole my life away on that fateful day,
They never found him he always got away.
A quietness filled the air Not a drop of sound,
As a hand came up and pulled him down.
His eyes bulged with terror as he cried for help,
But there was not a single person to be found.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-09-27 at 01:46
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