• littlewriter55 6w

    Now you see

    Between the cracks is in the door

    The jilted smile

    And rows of jagged teeth


    Eyes of burning fire

    Nails of staggering daggers

    Running slowly down the boards

    Eerily taunting in the dead of night


    See the knob is turning

    The laugh striking

    And the creatures making way

    Nothing in its path


    Until the morning sun

    Burns through the illusion

    And in the light of day

    The monster fades away

    ©littlewriter55