Haunted Poem

Ultimate graveyards underneath it, even the old legend house came from, in the mid eightieth century, other belongings in there, shifted forward, frames on certain walls turning in circles around and around creeper, it was a pitch dark, can't see, whispered high screech voices overpacked, you'll think it shall be evil and devilized, the temperature was dropped down under, cold misty freezable air, appeared dreadful eyes came faded juiceable steamiest Orange lookalike color, cannot able to breathe, the hearts begin pumping so fast and quick, the heads turn the opposite wayward situation, it might be Jason and Freddy each other, overrule the underworld Segway itself alone, with the thickest fangs and fingernails in raiser sharp edges deep 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

1-31-21