Screaming in The Cellar

Scary Poetry
Warning: Not for the faint of heart

There’s blood dripping down the stairs and screaming in the cellar.

Walking across molten glass like some demented Cinderella

Monsters run in the face of light but the night will come soon

And they won’t run away when faced with just the moon


Pools and pools of crimson blood

Pain and death will come in flood

Dead man and a child

Both victims of something wild


From the Realms of the dark

Demons, Monsters, Witches March

They’ll crawl to places where the hide

And their time they will bide


Tonight you will set the trend

They very night you meet your end

The End

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