The hunt began on the first moon,
Yet, all seemed to start too soon.
Alone in the dark
You're nightmare sparks.
The second moon
You have to stay in the room.
The faint smell of your fear
Only cause them to stray near.
Evil grows on the third moon
Nothing goes boom
Without a horror
This can't be more.
The fourth moon rolls by
They wander so sly.
Nothing makes you want to scream
As these awaken the darkest dream.
On the fifth moon
Comes your doom.
Stay alive as time ticks down
This is the final round.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection
PoetryVarious poems I have created. Some may be a bit gory, be warned before reading. Towards the end are poems dedicated to people who are friends of mine.
