One, two, three
Knocks from the door
Who could it be?
But I better ignoreBut it knocked again
So loud on repeat
I counted to ten
Stood up on my feetHeld on my fist
I walked to the door
The knock vanished
I stood on the floorI held on the handle
With shiver and fright
A bad luck or miracle
Could happen tonightI hear no sound
But the presence is felt
Somewhere around
With a beast I could meltI took a deep breath
Beware of the surprise
Between life and death
Only one is the prizeI ignored my shiver
And opened the door
T'was just my little sister
Playing on the floorHAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I know, i know, it's not scary.
Sorry for the slow updates, just got home from a family trip :)
Z.
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